vacancy

Coming up a penny short
you'll never know a dollars worth
fading photographs, fraying threads
dance the memories in our heads
the likes of you wont find their place
in a world of 'you're not good enough'
and a universe of 'we don't care'
you send me there, you take me back
I'd like to stay, but feeling sick and a little small
I find my way into vacancy
I find my way into vacancy.
Stuttered breaths
and tape on our mouths,
see the grey, no black and white
to know about
you left something here that I can't return
and you stole something torn, that cannot burn
fit the shape or hit the curb
there's nothing left in your empty world
I'll find my way out of vacancy
I'll find my way out...