HOLLOW

You called me on a sunday morning, you asked me if I'm feeling okay.
It's nothing special, nothing to celebrate.
She called me on a friday evening, told me stories that taste like honey.
I learned my lessons so I tell her to wait.

Fighting with our gravity and drifting through reality,
and looking for a future that I can see.

I don't worry 'bout tomorrow
and I don't have a lot of sorrow.
But after all these years, it's feeling kinda hollow.
Just show me a way that I can follow.
But I'm not sure how to follow.

Maybe I should go to Tibet, or maybe I should go to rehab.
Lock inside a lab and get some rest.
But you told me I could get some Xanax to help me relax, enjoy the climax.
Maybe I could forget about the past.

Fighting with our gravity and drifting through reality,
and looking for a future that I can see.

I don't worry 'bout tomorrow
and I don't have a lot of sorrow.
But after all these years, it's feeling kinda hollow.
Just show me a way that I can follow.
But I'm not sure how to follow.

I don't worry 'bout tomorrow
and I don't have a lot of sorrow, no no no no no.
After all these years, it's feeling kinda hollow.
Just show me a way that I can follow.
But I'm not sure how to follow.

I don't know why they call it a crisis.
It's just a concept invented by us.
I'm feeling okay and everything else sucks.