I can hear
The low hum
Of
Everything
Resonating in its emptiness
The grain of better days
Takes me back
It wasn't the taste it was the feeling
I guess it doesn't really matter
I guess it doesn't really matter
The letters on the glass bottle blur
Into I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
Resonating in its emptiness
The grain of better days
Takes me back
It wasn't the taste it was the feeling
I'll poison you too
But never on purpose
I'll poison you too
But never on purpose
I'll poison you too
But never on purpose
Resonating in its emptiness
The grain of better days
Takes me back
It wasn't the taste it was the feeling