Lletres: Hot Water Music. Finding The Rhythms. Eating The Filler.

how could i fill myself with nothing got a drink from the tap makes my insides burn with nothing scrape the bottom of the can i was hoping but it's not enough staring at the walls and breathing in i wish that i could live on air and music i never thought that i could starve in my own home i need fuel how could i eat all of what i don't have cause i need rest nothing here but i look again i gotta get out of this cause i can't stand this empty house it's all right it's all we got it's all right