Wide awake in the candlelight
Stoned straight, crashing ocean wave
Patterns and sunset, in their prime
Shoulder demons telling me how to lie
When it matters
When it matters, oh
And you better hope
That you see it coming
I see it coming
Painted grey and blurry, I am
Waiting for the sock to drop, yes I can
Fake it, hide, run away
When there's nothing left, nothing left to know
Oooh, nothing
Oooh, nothing
Whoa, nothing
Lonely like a living room
Hallway noises and interviews
Squeeze the globe in between your legs
Hope God knows when to show His face
When it matters
When it matters, oh
And you better hope
That you're feeling something
I feel nothing
Pained by the worry
I am stained by the learning of what
I can't feel, see, think, undo
I'm going to Mexico, where there's nothing but the sun
Oooh, nothing
Oooh, nothing
Oh, nothing
But sun
The four walls entertaining me
Are symbols of my contentment
Of mental and legal poverty
Nine out of ten can't be wrong
I, I have never learned
The secret of velocity
As I expand, I feel small
I, I have nothing left
That I can draw from
I have nothing left, nothing
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