2 acessos
The flickers of the tv suck my attention dry
The fires’ on, but it’s heat that I don’t feel
Toys that last, I’ve never found
So I sit here bored to tears
Sustained, but never satisfied
Sustained, but never satisfied
Warm and chilling, full and lonely
An empty filling, both and only
Stained, and never satisfied
I’m searching, wanting, and I’m feeling
That there must be more out there for me
While I’m seeing, thinking, and saying
I have so much more than you