Sing to me, of vacancies
In eyes so defeated, you'd forget I was there
Catatonic till you leave
With your heels in your hands, as you head down the stairs
Find my shade between extremes
Switch between a want and need
Well we slept without touching, after all
Morning breaks, I spy the spyglass
Written on your flesh
It could see all my transgressions
Even the casual is paid with feeling
But are we both short of change
If it's just not the same?
Well find my shade between extremes
Live between a want and need
We slept without touching, after all
So regale them please, of the sympathies
You received from your friends
When will the echo chambers ever end?