no conviction in your numb mind

a hidden cell of chemicals

keep your soul on my projection

never turn on the camera



because

i kinda like the blank way

i fill up my life

i don't care for nothing

that gets me too high

i want some dampend spirits

and black and bitter spoons

i'm not looking for affection

i'm living on the moon



no convicion in your voice box

it's buried low beneath the guilt

it all seems real as you whisper

she lies warm and the smell is you



but she knows

i kinda like the blank way

you fill up my mind

i don't care for nothing

that gets me too high

i want some dampened spirits

and black and bitter spoons

i'm not looking for reflection

i'm living on the moon



here i am

right at home

in my crater

here i am

feeling old

here i am

wishing for

a miracle

i need you to know



that i like the blank way

i fill up the sky

and i care for nothing

you put in my mind



i like the blank way

you fill up my mind

i like the blank way

you fill up my mind

i like the blank way

you fill up my mind