Lots of Nothing

Oh, the morning of the comedown My eyes on the road She's tugging at the stitches Shaking in the cold She says, "Pull into the servo, honey I need to get some air" Hover in the brake light, lit up She's pulling out her hair My head's filled with lots of nothing C'mon, you must think something of him Fall in love to fall right out And break apart without a sound If you really want to stay Can we let the record state That I don't want no part of this? I just wanna be here in case Yeah, this has been a long lunch, honey It's adding up on the bill I don't know where you get that money She says, "Don't ask, I won't tell" My head's filled with lots of nothing C'mon, you must think something of him Fall in love to fall right out And break apart without a sound Well, I've never felt like I was coming of age So I don't fear the change She said, "Can you walk me home? It's 7:00 p.m. outside and the light is gone" Are you gonna stay clear? Was that the idea here? What was that one line You told me the last time? Said I never felt like this But that was a lie, 'cause I haven't felt in years She said, "Call me when you get home" I would if I could, if I hadn't lost my phone And my head's filled with lots of nothing C'mon, you must think something of him Fall in love to fall right out And break apart without a sound And I've never felt like this before