fill me, innocently, when I've caved completely
if you talk up chances like the ones you'd never take
the emptiness has left me more than I want to be
and the way I stare at your vacancy frightens me
and I don't consider myself a breadwinner
but if your face is drawn long enough then I have no complaints
and I look much thinner than when you knew me last winter
and I subsist on thoughts of your last kiss and what I lost
what keeps you inside?