Nothing Left Inside

I walk down the sidewalks of life with an empty lighter in my hand It keeps me entertained With a flick of the thumb it gives me a spark and for just a second It gives me purpose The wheel strikes the flint and with every spark it's worn down and down But there's nothing to fuel the fire There's nothing but a spark I keep on lighting and lighting But there's never any warmth And I can keep going But pretty soon, the flint will be nothing Every spark keeps getting smaller Until there's nothing left but just the cold breeze And a blister on my thumb I walk down the sidewalks of life with an empty heart in my chest Sometimes it pumps blood And other times, it gives me purpose But most of the time it just sits there It just sits there, stark, grey and cold It's August now Summers last coals are in the air I meet a cat I've met twice before And so I forget my lighter When I get home, I get Some food in me and then I put on a little song For a second, I feel alright And so I forget my h-