Locking eyes with strangers in a crowded room
Both of us want to act, but we're both too scared to move
So, we justify this with the dumbest excuses

Like she wasn't looking at me and I was just jamming to the music
Probably wasn't worth my time anyway
Just someone else with nothing new to say

Like everyone in this town, I've come to hate

And I may be empty, but that's just how I like it

Indifferent to all my nasty little habits
So scared but at least I own
This jailcell body and mind I call a home


Back at home, flipping through the magazine and the tv
Why is it so cool to be an angsty teen filled up with apathy

All these tragedies on the tv, but none of them seem real
And I'm wondering what exactly I'm suppose to feel
But I don't feel anything


And I may be empty, but that's just how I like it
Indifferent to all my nasty little habits

So scared, but at least I own
This jailcell body and mind i call a home


Calling out just to be heard
But I'm sick of using these sweet pretty little words
Acting like I'm some sort of agent of peace

Using poetry and melody to fit into the scene
Because I steal, I cheat, and oh my god, do I lie
I'll be a sinner all my life, so I can be a saint when I die

I'll be a sinner all my life, so you think I'm a saint when I die

And I'm not scared of being alone, I'm just scared of being lonely

It's not me that's gone bad, it's this world that's gone a bit crazy
And I may be empty, but that's just how I like it
I may be empty but that's just how I like it