I always want to talk to you
After certain acts
But really what I ought to do
Is face the facts
Apathy towards me
Is plain and clear
Couldn’t you just hate me or like me, or ANYTHING but
Just apathy? It’s what I fear

I always want to talk to you
After certain acts
But really what I ought to do
Is face the facts
Apathy towards me
Is plain and clear
Couldn’t you just hate me or like me, or ANYTHING but
Just apathy? It’s what I fear
Emptiness
Hollow chest
Only excess
To fill the nothingness