Lets turn back the clockAnd do this one more timeIt's so hardFinding a purpose in my emptiness'Cause I am an icicleYou are the summer heatA languageThat I could barely speakThere is a headache in my headA pulse in my brainNothing will ever change (or make sense)There's nothing at allThere's nothing at all (nothing at all)I prefer thisWeight on my chestThere's nothing at allThere's nothing at allSuch slim comfort buried inOld pictures (this couch is not as long as I remember)This couch is not as long as I rememberA different shape, out of placeA different paceSuch sudden newsThat my body can't shake'Cause my stomach won't stomach the tasteWill you hold me like a baby?And tell me the things I need to knowI never want to be aloneThere is a headache in my headA pulse in my brainNothing will ever change (or make sense)There's nothing at allThere's nothing at all (nothing at all)There's nothing at allThere's nothing at allI prefer this weight on my chestThere's nothing at allThere's nothing at all (there's nothing at all)I prefer this laying on my chestThere's nothing at all
