Empty

Hot water, white wine
Sleep through death
Sleep through life

I feel so manic
It's not easy losing your love
In the chaos of my habits

When she's gone you'll know it
It feels as empty as it did
Even on our good days
Everything must go wrong

Hot water, like wine
Taste of death
Taste of life



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Costopulos
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