What'd you do when I was gone
I pretty much just hung around
Did you get any work done
I said no, I just hung around
I've got a lack of motivation
A lack of ambition
I sit and watch the fire burn
Wish I could burn with it
I've fallen by the wayside of pretentious young writers
Looking for inspiration in party time liars
What do you do now that I'm gone
I spend most nights alone
Singing songs in my room
And all of them are for you
It's an awful sinking feeling
When your own heart starts stealing
Reason from the mind
Sometimes I dream of getting in my car
And driving straight through the night
But you can't force a feeling
And you can't conjure up meaning
Without perhaps believing
That you're good enough
But you can't force a feeling
And you can't conjure up meaning
Without perhaps believing
That you're good enough