My Brain Is a Vacant Space

My brain is a vacant space

Sometimes I don’t have a lot to say

Just hot grey static hissing out my face

I can never settle or escape this place

Chill me with your stare again

An invitation in your handwriting

I’m pouring over notes before I start speaking

you say I look the same as when I was 16

As long as I can hold a pose

I’m sore from standing like I was told

You say that it’s my vanity’s fault

I’ve got nothing to be arrogant of

Grace me with your company please

I’ll listen to you speak all week

I want to have a different disease

Tell you something that you've heard before

You just messing with me cause you're feeling bored

A steep chalk cliff that we're edging towards

I can’t find the word for what this feeling's called

So I wait till you interrupt

Apologise if I scared you off

A blank stare thinking “what am I made of?”

I’ll disappear into oblivion

As long as I can hold a pose

I’m sore from standing like I was told

Aching like my battery's low

There can’t be many seconds to go

As long as I can hold a pose

I’m sore from standing like I was told

You say that it’s my vanity’s fault

I’ve got nothing to be arrogant of

Grace me with your company please

I’ll listen to you speak all week

I want to have a different disease