Coming Up Empty

People don't live fairytales

Half the time a marriage fails

Some folks ain't alone, but they're still lonely

No one does the little things

Like screaming punk songs outta key while holding hands and driving down the highway

I'm falling short

I'm coming up empty

Cause I was sure nobody loves the way you love me

Thought I'd find a trick

Hell I was certain

But there's no slight of hand, or man behind your curtain

People don't just hang around

Try to fix you when you're down

Or stitch you back together with silver linings

No one always put you first

Or takes you when you're at your worst,

Finds a way to make the good things better

I'm falling short

I'm coming up empty

Cause I was sure nobody loves the way you love me

Thought I'd find a trick

Hell I was certain

But there's no slight of hand, or man behind your curtain

When I don't think I deserve it

You tell me that I'm worth it

But I know nothing is perfect

So I'm falling short

I'm coming up empty

Cause I was sure nobody loves the way you love me

Thought I'd find a trick

Hell I was certain

But there's no smoke and mirrors

No slight of hand

No man behind your curtain