Hollow

I'm hollow, hollow, all your words echo in me.
Your soft words and sweet turns of phrase come alive when I'm trying to sleep.
I'll follow, follow you till you tell me to go.
Your turning me round in these circles and I know you know.
Am I not enough? Or am I just a bit too much?

Hope is a lost cause when everything you've ever known that ever was beautiful leaves you in the morning.

Your shallow shallow promises I know won't keep.
Still they drag me back into your arms when I'm ready to leave.
I'm growing growing up into someone I like.
Stay with me, take your leave, make up your mind, I'm too tired.

Am I not enough? Or am I just a bit too much?

Hope is a lost cause when everything you've ever known that ever was beautiful leaves you in the morning.
And I pray that it won't happen again but there's no way I can defend all we have when you leave without warning.

We fell short this time, you take yours and leave me mine.

Hope is a lost cause when everything you've ever known that ever was beautiful leaves you in the morning.
And I pray that it won't happen again but there's no way I can defend all we have when you leave without warning.