empty triumph

You're the one that would call

You're the one that would fall

Lightning strikes and we call it time

You're the one that got phased

You're the one that got changed

Lightning strikes and we call it time

I won't write alone with your letters

Words are breezeblocks thrown and then multiplied

I won't walk alone with no essence

Words are wound in salt that got multiplied

Oath to love all your mind and flesh

But what's left is the cockiness

And what's left is the morning sex

Now your words too hard to digest

And I miss your good morning text

But what's left is the cockiness

And what's left is the morning sex

Now your words too hard to digest

Now your phone going beep beep beep

And I act like I don't even see it

Used to lay where we now can't sleep

Empty triumph lost you and me

Empty triumph lost you and me

Empty triumph lost you and me

Empty triumph lost you and me

Empty triumph

You're the one that would call

You're the one that would fall

Lightning strikes and we call it time

You're the one that got phased

You're the one that got changed

Lightning strikes and we call it time

I won't write alone with your letters

Words are breezeblocks thrown and then multiplied

I won't walk alone with no essence

Words are wound in salt that got multiplied

You're the one that would call

You're the one that would fall

Lightning strikes and we call it time

You're the one that got changed

You're the one that got phased

Lightning strikes and we call it time

I won't write alone with your letters

Words are breezeblocks thrown and then multiplied

I won't walk alone with no essence

Words are wound in salt that got multiplied