Empty Things

The kind of intensity
That had me driving through snow storms

A spark that didn't hurt
A language that I had hoped for
It's what I thought I deserved
It's what I thought I deserved
A pleasure not a burden
The fire not the ashes

What does that say about me?
The only things that fill me are empty

Thank god that sadness is easy
Tried holding onto anger, but it holds me
Poetry through chapped lips, your teeth chipped
"It depends on how you look at it."

It's what I thought I deserved
A pleasure not a burden
The fire not thе ashes

What does that say about me?
Thе only things that fill me are empty