Words Don't Matter

Rotting tree in an empty forest, But no one heard it fall. Rotting seeds in my empty stomach, I can't return your call The words that I held on so tightly to, Were said while you were gone. Do they even matter, honestly? And if I really think about it, It never really was the same, The room that we both shared, Playin' the same old game. And if I really think about it, The ground beneath our feet, Might soon crumble to dust, Left on your empty seat, Left on your empty seat. And if I really think about it, It never really was the same, The room that we both shared, Playin' the same old game. And if I really think about it, The ground beneath our feet, Might soon crumble to dust, Left on your empty seat, Left on your empty seat.