Of Emptiness (and other pressing matters)

What do I do with all this spare time Starve with my thoughts alone in the night Hold down food, but what does that serve Everything bleeds and reason will churn But I drove here to see you I hope I don't love too much Empty rooms, with their curtains closed This songbird seldom flies What colours your eyes What do I do if I forget how to drive I'll choke on the pill that keeps me alive Should I not mourn this life I don't earn I'm thin as the smoke, and hell in the burn But I dressed up to see you I hope I don't talk too much Vacant smiles, where nothing penetrates What is the note you sing A more consuming thing What do I do if I forget how to learn Stitch a tight mouth, like a kid never heard Should I not cry when an ocean consumes All the nice things I never could do But I have your number I don't want a place in your book Empty tables where the light hesitates What is the weight it brings A warmer thing A weightless thing A priceless word You The death of emptiness