If I had a car, I'd crash it into a wall
Just to help myself not feel small
To get the taste of distrust off my tongue
If I had a song that fixed the universe's wrongs
I would have it playing all year long
A quiet tune that would make a lot of revenue
I disguise my quiet eyes
And I will cry a thousand times
To try and hide
The emptiness inside
I can't play strings equivalent to my lies
Where's the life that I do often desire
I'm not meant for a normal funeral pyre
I'll dye my hair, fight against what's required
To get the taste of distrust off my tongue
If I had a song that fixed the universe's wrongs
I would have it playing all year long
A quiet tune that would make a lot of revenue
I disguise my quiet eyes
And I will cry a thousand times
To try and hide
The emptiness inside
A quiet tune that would make a lot of revenue
I disguise my quiet eyes
And I will cry a thousand times
To try and hide
The emptiness inside
The emptiness inside
The emptiness inside
The emptiness inside
The emptiness inside
The emptiness inside