I told you we would find the place
Emptier but free
It behooves you not to expect
Better than the best
From me
After all we're coming around
The strangest bend that I have ever seen
Is it obscene to think
That happiness is not
Reserved for those among us
With a knack for being perfect
All the time?
I hope you'll find
That I'm right
It's really not an awful place
Not much for it to be
And here you are expecting
Better than the best
From me
So I fill it with my amour
You fill with every other thing
A crime to speak
About the cracks I see?
When all the windows have them
It is difficult to ascertain
The time
That is I'm blind
To the passing of a life
And now you wonder why the place
Feels devoid of ease
I told you not to expect
Better than the best
From me
And really who's to blame here
For all your fancy furnishings
And now you learn
And now you learn
What emptiness can mean
