Empty

Stepping into my shedding snake skin

I got no desire to burn the feeling

Crawling out of the hole I came from

I got no intention of being pulled under

Buy another beer

Throw another glass

Waste another hour

Dialing the past

Fine

I'll admit that you were right

I'll choke on the smoke from my own cigarette

I'll beat around the bush til I got nothing left

To hide from the outcome is empty

Making peace with the seven wonders

I don't let it eat me I let them ponder

All I know is what I know now

Don't ask me if I'll regret the tattoo

Probably

But I came through

Fine

I'll admit that you were right

I'll choke on the smoke from my own cigarette

I'll beat around the bush til I got nothing left

To hide from the outcome is empty

The outcome is empty like everything that I do for a living

It doesn't matter if I missed the flight in hindsight

It doesn't matter if I spent the night

If I'm choking on the blood I'm filled with

Doesn't that make me my own poison?

Fine

I'll admit that you were mine

I'll choke on the smoke from my own cigarette

I'll beat around the bush til I got nothing left

To hide from the outcome is empty

The outcome is empty

Like everything that I do for a living