Oh, the morning of the comedown
My eyes on the road
She's tugging at the stitches
Shaking in the cold
She says, "Pull into the servo, honey
I need to get some air"
Hover in the brake light lit up
She's pulling out her hair

My head's filled with lots of nothing
Come on, you must think something of him
Fall in love to fall right out
And break apart without a sound

I could start with saying that I'm confused
But I don't think I can hold myself back
I don't wanna wait for you
I don't get why you think like that
It's too late to pick up
I guess I'm over it now
'Cause what you tell me ain't the truth
It seems I best be over you

My head's filled with lots of nothing
Come on, you must think something of him
Fall in love to fall right out
And break apart without a sound
Well, I've never felt like I was coming of age
So I don't fear the change
She said, "Can you walk me home?
It's 7pm outside and the light is gone"

Are you going to stay clear?
Was that the idea here?
What was that one line
You told me the last time?
Said I never felt like this
But that was a lie, 'cause I haven't felt in years
She said, "Call me when you get home"
I would if I could, if I hadn't lost my phone

And my head's filled with lots of nothing
Come on, you must think something of him
Fall in love to fall right out
And break apart without a sound
And I've never felt like this before