my eyeballs are dry and i'm wondering why
i'm so damn unsatisfied
the snow won't be 'round long and i'm done being wrong
but i'm so damn unsatisfied
i know there's a time when i need to give in
it doesn't matter
i don't even know what i'm trying to win
it feels like i'm smashing an empty pinata
it feels like playing kings by myself
it's hedonistic
it's intrinsic
and i feel so empty when i'm not pessimistic
a vacancy proceeds
whether my heads up high
or on my knees
so i'll fill it up
with a paper cup
full of pills
just kiss them back until you can't
until you don't feel better
