Blank Page
Piece of paper in my hand, pen that still has the lid on
Tryna make you understand, but the words won't flow out
You ask me what I want, how I've been, what I've been thinking
But I let the silence ring
There's a blank page where my head aches
With empty thoughts and reasons lost
Too many feelings are not enough
There's a blank space where my heart breaks
I'm an empty-headed know-it-all
Except I know nothing at all, mm
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm
And I know you feel ignored
This space cadet says, "Fuck your dreamland"
Clichés abound, "It's complicated"
Hope you don't hate me
Think our future could be beautiful
If I don't ruin it all, I let the silence speak for me
There's a blank page where my head aches
Empty thoughts and reasons lost
Too many feelings are not enough
There's a blank space where my heart breaks
I'm an empty-headed know-it-all
Except I know nothing at all
I got nothing to say (hmm)
It's the curse of this generation (hmm)
We're all empty-headed know-it-alls (hmm)
Except we know nothing at all (hmm)
How much we talk about nothing at all (hmm)
We're all empty-headed know-it-alls (hmm)
Except we know nothing at all (hmm)
I've got nothing to say
Tryna make you understand, but the words won't flow out
You ask me what I want, how I've been, what I've been thinking
But I let the silence ring
There's a blank page where my head aches
With empty thoughts and reasons lost
Too many feelings are not enough
There's a blank space where my heart breaks
I'm an empty-headed know-it-all
Except I know nothing at all, mm
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm
And I know you feel ignored
This space cadet says, "Fuck your dreamland"
Clichés abound, "It's complicated"
Hope you don't hate me
Think our future could be beautiful
If I don't ruin it all, I let the silence speak for me
There's a blank page where my head aches
Empty thoughts and reasons lost
Too many feelings are not enough
There's a blank space where my heart breaks
I'm an empty-headed know-it-all
Except I know nothing at all
I got nothing to say (hmm)
It's the curse of this generation (hmm)
We're all empty-headed know-it-alls (hmm)
Except we know nothing at all (hmm)
How much we talk about nothing at all (hmm)
We're all empty-headed know-it-alls (hmm)
Except we know nothing at all (hmm)
I've got nothing to say
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Writer(s): Abigail Knudson
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