The Jealous Sound

[truthislacking]

No one can say it
Know that you lied
Nothing beneath me
I can't decide

Is everything escape
Is everything alone
Afraid to be awake
Afraid to use the phone

They're calling and calling
And calling again
Why don't you answer
Where have you been

Pick up this once just please
Pick up this once for me

Bleed to death, the first aid kit
We cut our hands as we open it

Nothing will help us
Nothing will do
Nothing has meaning
Nothing but you