I look into eyes, but I can’t tell if they’re mine.
The words coming off my tongue feel like delicately polished,
practiced lines.
In my head I know my face,
but I haven’t shown it for so long now,
that I might now know how.
Every day I’m someone else, someone different,
but I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow.
I’m hollow. I fill the emptiness with things that aren’t real,
to see if I can feel less hollow,
but I know it’s only temporary. It’s temporary.
In my head I know my face,
but I haven’t shown it for so long now,
that I might now know how.
Every day I’m someone else, someone different,
but I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow.
| 1 | Cutting My Fingers Off |
| 2 | I Would Hate You If I Could |
| 3 | Dizzy On The Comedown |
| 4 | Most Of The Time |
| 5 | Hello Euphoria |
| 6 | New Scream |
| 7 | Take My Head |
| 8 | Humming |
| 9 | Like Slow Disappearing |
| 10 | Diazepam |