Something about this, I can't feel nothing
Something about the way you sound
Something about my life, that just don't seem clear
Something about it, that I can't work out?

I could move up here, go back down over there
I could catch my reflection in wind
I could fill this space with everything I once loved
Cause I wouldn't wanna leave anyone out

In a world so real, yet we just don't know
How to make sense of it all
If this were my title track, I'd fill it with fiction in fact
It be crumbling from the start they're just so tall

In an empty room
Nothing to weigh it down
No one to hold at night
Only the chamber in my mind
In an empty room
Yes the walls are still blue
Singing back at me, Why do you try?'

The paint is dry yet the smell is still here
I'll be getting high before too long
Tell me empty room, what might have you seen
Before this all went so wrong

In an empty room
Nothing to weigh it down
No one to hold at night
Only the chamber in my mind
In an empty room
Yes the walls are still blue
Singing back at me, Why do you try, why do you even try?'"