From Dirt

the walls of this hotel are paper thin

last night i heard the nothingness within

a burden lifted from me that moment

a ceremony of my desperation

and i know that i’ll get better

and i know that i can learn

but i can’t control the weather

and i can’t avoid the burns

and i’m burned

i’m burned

there’s nothing i can bear to watch or read

and nothing in this house can seem to give me

the comfort of familiarity

the songs i used to love all sound so empty

no one knows what they want

no one knows where they’re going

no ones gonna survive

and the feeling keeps growing, growing