You say you understand the feeling of feeling nothing Dear friend, I know you do And I know you've felt this before Every time I leave flowers at your door The emptiness behind the wooden frame It's all empty, it's all the same Your eyes glare back at me An emptiness matched only by myself Why are we here? Why are we broken? Like a bone that's healed crooked So level me along the dirt And sink me down and let me drown In a grave that's made out of my mind I always knew I would be left behind I have written my eulogy Parade my body in the isle of an empty church Remember me for who I was Not for who I was made to be With lack of dopamine, with lack of dopamine Who I was made to be with lack of dopamine You said you understood But the feeling of feeling nothing persevered as we both shook Oh my god, this can't be real This isn't really happening Now I know you've felt this before You feel it now as the flowers rot at your door The emptiness behind the wooden frame It's always empty, it's always the same