2.HOLLOW
You called me on a sunday morning, you asked me if I'm feeling
okay.
It's nothing special, nothing to celebrate.
She called me on a friday evening, told me stories that taste
like honey.
I learned my lessons so I tell her to wait.
Fighting with our gravity and drifting through reality,
and looking for a future that I can see.
I don't worry 'bout tomorrow
and I don't have a lot of sorrow.
But after all these years, it's feeling kinda hollow.
Just show me a way that I can follow.
But I'm not sure how to follow.
Maybe I should go to Tibet, or maybe I should go to rehab.
Lock inside a lab and get some rest.
But you told me I could get some Xanax to help me relax, enjoy
the climax.
Maybe I could forget about the past.
Fighting with our gravity and drifting through reality,
and looking for a future that I can see.
I don't worry 'bout tomorrow
and I don't have a lot of sorrow.
But after all these years, it's feeling kinda hollow.
Just show me a way that I can follow.
But I'm not sure how to follow.
I don't worry 'bout tomorrow
and I don't have a lot of sorrow, no no no no no.
After all these years, it's feeling kinda hollow.
Just show me a way that I can follow.
But I'm not sure how to follow.
I don't know why they call it a crisis.
It's just a concept invented by us.
I'm feeling okay and everything else sucks.
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