Hollow Rooms Inside

Streets an empty tape, hissin' in my head. Windows bleedin' blue.

I forget what I said. Keys inside the door. Dust along the

frame. Coffee stain on the table, but I don't taste a thing.

I feel nothing in the night. Just a shadow wearing skin. All these hollow

rooms inside. Echo everything I've been. I feel nothing. Nothing.

Nothing. Till the dark comes crawlin' in. Photos on the fridge.

Faces turn to gray. Names fall through my fingers, slowly flake away.

Clock was skippin' hands. Time that will not move Every beat in