Hollow

Don't you see we split that wrong?
Whatever the reason, believe that I know
You tell me nothing comes easy,
Then threatening to leave me when I'm on the road

So, is the sunset on the sand
These cheap sacs in the dark room
All the dumb shit that we stepped in
Fuck it, I really don't get you
Fuck it, I really don't get you
Fuck it, I really don't get you

I can't follow, you go
You're so hollow
I can't follow, you go
You're so hollow.

Fuck it, I really don't get you
(Fuck it, I really don't get you)
Fuck it, I really don't get you
(Fuck it, I really don't get you)

You used to say my brain on the vacay
Million dollars trip with the cocaine
I fucked on the floor in the jet plane
Had some good times on the white lines
Had the shit spending like cheap wine
You like grump out of your shoes
I like jet sky on the Neptune
Fuck it, I really don't get you!
Fuck it, I really don't get you!
Fuck it, I really don't get you!

I can't follow, you go
You're so hollow
I can't follow, you go
You're so hollow.

Fuck it, I really don't get you
(Fuck it, I really don't get you)
Fuck it, I really don't get you
(Fuck it, I really don't get you)

Don't you see we split that wrong?
Whatever the reason, believe that I know
You tell me nothing comes easy,
Then threatening to leave me when I'm on the road
So, is the sunset on the sand
These cheap sacs in the dark room
All the dumb shit that we stepped in
Fuck it, I really don't get you
Fuck it, I really don't get you
Fuck it, I really don't get you

I can't follow, you go
You're so hollow
I can't follow, you go
You're so hollow.

Fuck it, I really don't get you
(Fuck it, I really don't get you)
Fuck it, I really don't get you
(Fuck it, I really don't get you)



Credits
Writer(s): Ben O Connor, Thomas Crawford
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