Hold The Hollowness (The Weekend Song)
You’ve been waiting all week
for some sweet relief but she never comes
You’re down at the bar trying to feed your heart ,
but you’re starving on the stale crumbs
One eye on your drink and one on the door,
you’re always half a mile away
And there’s a loneliness that darkens the linings
of the smiles that you fake
And there’s no comfort in an empty bottle, or in a last caress
There’s an ending that you can’t swallow,
you can’t hold the hollowness
So you shave your face with a shaky hand
and try to make it through another day
You don’t make too much eye contact
with the people who come your way
When the daytime fades into fiery skies
that turn to night the light that burns you
You think you might give it all one more try
for what you never loved couldn’t hurt you.
So it’s one more empty bottle, one more last caress,
there’s an ending that you can’t swallow,
You can’t hold the hollowness.
This aint a nightmare, this is your life, will you wake up screaming
Just cursing your shadow, for one more night
trying to stumble into feeling.
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