Drowse - Something

Feeling faint around others
Hoping I’m just another

On my own:
Self imposed

Bitter teeth, aching gums
Open mouth, spoiled tongue

Breathing’s hard when you’re young

“I used to be something
Living’s turned me into nothing”

I once had something
Now empty feel nothing

“Are you afraid of death?

Yeah

me too
There’s no way out of it
You’re going to die
I’m going to die
It’s going to happen
What difference does it make
If it’s tomorrow or in eighty years?
Much sooner in your case
Do you know how fast time goes?
I was six like yesterday.

Me too

We’re going to die
You are going to die
What else is there to be afraid of?”

I used to feel something
Leaving’s turned me into nothing

I am empty
I am nothing