Lots of Nothing

Oh, the morning of the comedown
My eyes on the road
She's tugging at the stitches
Shaking in the cold
She says, "Pull into the servo, honey
I need to get some air"
Hover in the brake light, lit up
She's pulling out her hair

My head's filled with lots of nothing
C'mon, you must think something of him
Fall in love to fall right out
And break apart without a sound

If you really want to stay
Can we let the record state
That I don't want no part of this?
I just wanna be here in case
Yeah, this has been a long lunch, honey
It's adding up on the bill
I don't know where you get that money
She says, "Don't ask, I won't tell"

My head's filled with lots of nothing
C'mon, you must think something of him
Fall in love to fall right out
And break apart without a sound
Well, I've never felt like I was coming of age
So I don't fear the change
She said, "Can you walk me home?
It's 7:00 p.m. outside and the light is gone"

Are you gonna stay clear?
Was that the idea here?
What was that one line
You told me the last time?
Said I never felt like this
But that was a lie, 'cause I haven't felt in years
She said, "Call me when you get home"
I would if I could, if I hadn't lost my phone

And my head's filled with lots of nothing
C'mon, you must think something of him
Fall in love to fall right out
And break apart without a sound
And I've never felt like this before