about love

Tried to take a picture, of love

Didn't think i'd miss him that much

I want to fill this new frame

But its empty !

Tried to write a letter, in ink

Its been getting better, i think

I got a piece of paper

But its empty !

Maybe we're trying, trying too hard

Maybe we're torn apart

Maybe the timing is beating our hearts

We're empty

And i've even wondered, if we

Should be getting under, these sheets

We could lie in bed

But its empty !

Its empty !