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