Hollow - Jon Bryant

Dusty lines cover me on the floor

Hit the lights, don’t let me close the door

Wide awake, coffee in cold motels

I’m afraid, I wanna be someone else

And I think of all the lives I’ll never live

And I feel so hollow

And I would fill the void with anything

'Cause I feel so hollow

4 AM, scrolling through empty screens

I heard a voice saying nothing is what it seems

And I think of all the lives I’ll never live

And I feel so hollow

But I can’t fill the void with anything

'Cause I feel so hollow

Silence wonders through my empty room

Like headlight shadows on the ceiling tiles

I’m still learning how to still my focus

It’s not hopeless

But then I think of all the lives I’ll never live

And I feel so hollow

I can’t sleep without the sedatives

'Cause I feel so hollow

When I think of all the lives I’ll never live

Yeah, I feel so hollow

No, I can’t fill the void with anything

And it feels so hollow