Half Empty Boy

Let's take it to the start
I was maybe sixteen
I had my eyes on a dream
To be a writer a poet or something
Where I could spread my wings

But I was shot from the sky
It was a bloody sight
I lost a part of me
Now I walk the Earth
To write about the bore
The fog that sits over me

I'm that half empty boy, I'm that half empty boy, I'm that half empty boy
And I'll fill up your cups
We'll dance down the streets
We'll all be happy
I'm that half empty boy, I'm that half empty boy, I'm that half empty boy
And I'll fill up your cups
We'll dance on the tables
Till there's nothing left in me

I started to get into habits
That would bury me six feet underground
I'd close my eyes
Think maybe this time
I'm going down, down, down
I'd read in books
Watch films how I would probably end up
And that's when I decided I wasn't, I wasn't, fit for death
Not yet

I'm that half empty boy, I'm that half empty boy, I'm that half empty boy
And I'll fill up your cups
We'll dance down the streets
We'll all be happy
I'm that half empty boy, I'm that half empty boy, I'm that half empty boy
And I'll fill up your cups
We'll dance on the tables
Till there's nothing left in me