You Can't Have My Key
I've got a little nothing that wants to be said.
But words are stubborn. They won't speak on their own.
I've got a little nothing.
Something about a sky, or water, or blood, maybe.
Something or nothing. Just a little bit.
A little bit of nothing. A little slice of empty. All mine.
Tomorrow awaits.
But words are stubborn. They won't speak on their own.
I've got a little nothing.
Something about a sky, or water, or blood, maybe.
Something or nothing. Just a little bit.
A little bit of nothing. A little slice of empty. All mine.
Tomorrow awaits.