Blue Creek, Room 109
You never looked my way, so I learned to take it day by day
Hollow me out, fill me up with self-doubt
It's so superficial, but you always get your way
Sharpened glances through the rear view
There is nothing I can say
Formalities reach around my shoulder
With a grip as cold as ice
Cross my fingers and dot the eyes
Fall asleep and pray I die
The search party is never coming home
Deep down you know that you'll rot alone
Hollow me out, fill me up with self-doubt
It's so superficial, but you always get your way
Don't speak my name, rip that look off your face