Blank fillers of jars if nothing,
Spill out words that remember
To bear significance of their own kind,
To somerset into the summer
Pitch black
Verses in my head
As i spill,
purple on my bed
Sit back
You abusive narcisist
Be still,
or il cut your strength
You've got me wrong boss
and that's just most of it
You don't know how much
my worth is you damn foolish
You've got me right there
I don't clap I sing now
You've got me right there
See if she's still there
Do you hear who's calling?
Are you here?
Would you go back,
if they called you?
Would you go back?
Blank fillers of jars if nothing,
Spill out words that remember
To bear significance of their own kind,
To somerset into the summer.
Artist: David Phelps
Artist: Tad Morose
Artist: Pink Floyd
Artist: Musiq