Swearin' - Empty Head текст песни

Hot at night, even late.
I still call you by your old name.
It’s not like anyone’s even here.

Old plans are forced to wait,
all the old shit takes a back seat.
I don’t have anything left to share.

I collect the blurry past into my empty head,
and it’s sad to want it back,
my time again.
Its not like anything was better then.
I never wanna know.

Old and unfamiliar face,
doesn’t make a sound when it fades.
You can’t trust anyone not to care.

Light outside, time to waste,
clean my clock so I can sleep late.
I still have no idea why I’m here.

I collect the blurry past into my empty head,
and it’s sad to want it back…