Band Of Beards A Glass Half-mast
Got a lot of empty feelings
Got a lot of hollow drive
I don't know
Where this goes
Tied up to expectations
Being pulled along as they go
I've got no control
Lost in the flow
Burnt out from confrontation
Spent too much time angry
Any feelings left
Turned to apathy
Been staring across this room from the start
We make eyes but I won’t even try
I’ve got nothing left
Been sleeping alone
And losing my mind
Can’t win if I don’t even try
Can’t try to win if there’s no finish line
