Hollow Lines

Tell myself I let go of the past
As if it hasn't shaped me
Definition of hypocrisy
Even though I know
There's nothing that can change who you are
I just wish it might've been something
Instead of a thinly veiled deception

I remember kissing you
I remember feeling something
Sometimes still remember it
Usually when I feel lonely
Nothing makes it go away
Voices tell me I'm not ready
Immature and derelict
Someone tell me I'm not broken
Someone tell me I'm not broken

Broken circle, hollow lines
Sit and wait for love to fill this hole
I miss your auburn eyes
Know it's poison but I'd rather
Feel like I'm still flying high
Nothing true as good ambrosia
Sit and listen, bide my time
Watch the hourglass corroding

I get so frustrated with myself
For always putting distant plans
Before potential happiness
And substituting social context
With this isolation
Cheap fast food prevents starvation
Breaks me down, another shadow
Younger self lost in the battle
Act reserved like I deserved it
Tell myself I have to earn it
Terrified I'll find another lover
Who only wants what they won't share

I remember kissing you
I remember feeling something
Sometimes still remember it
Usually when I feel lonely
Nothing makes it go away
Voices tell me I'm not ready
Immature and derelict
Someone tell me I'm not broken

Broken circle, hollow lines
Sit and wait for love to fill this hole
I miss your auburn eyes,
Know it's poison but I'd rather
Feel like I'm still flying high
Nothing quite like true ambrosia
Sit and listen, bide my time
Watch the hourglass corroding

Broken circle, hollow lines
Sit and wait for love to bleed in
Boy, I miss your auburn eyes,
Know you're poison but I'd rather
Sit here drunk and feel alive
All I've got's this cheap-ass vodka
Still, I listen, bide my time
Hope I don't miss out on something new
Hope I don't miss out on something new
Hope I don't miss out on something new

Someone tell me I'm not broken