And what, we just pretend, It's the start and not the end? When the only thing we love, Is our independence. Promises, superficial An arrogant charade. Through the phone we do fine, Abbreviated by design, Short, sweet, playfully, We bait each other… Every round, It seems we're over Every night – it's far from over… But every word can leave me Hollow hollow And every plan undone is Hollow, hollow And every empty heart is Hollow, hollow home. Every break, every space Every petty tiff erased, And then you're at my door It's never over. Promises, superficial An elegant charade. But every word can leave me Hollow hollow And every plan undone is Hollow, hollow And every empty heart is Hollow, hollow home.