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?