The kind of intensity That had me driving through snow storms A spark that didn't hurt, A language that I had hoped for. (It's what I thought I deserved) (It's what I thought I deserved) (A pleasure not a burden) (The fire not the ashes) What does that say about me? The only things that fill me are empty Thank god that sadness is easy, Tried holding onto anger, but it holds me. Poetry through chapped lips, your teeth chipped. "It depends on how you look at it." (It's what I thought I deserved) (A pleasure not a burden) (The fire not the ashes) What does that say about me? The only things that fill me are empty.