Lyric

Blue bubble under cracked glass

Rain on Route 9 again

I said I wanted nothing

Then saved your name like evidence

The city keeps selling me

Versions of almost enough

Proof of wanting

When I can’t make a thing

I keep buying small futures

Just to have something to hold

Proof of wanting

A light I can’t turn off

If I’m so empty

Why am I still reaching up

Sweet scent on cheap sheets

Receipts by the sink

A tank watch lies softly

Like time knows what I think

I don’t call it hunger

I just dress for the view

Proof of wanting

When I can’t make a thing

I keep buying small futures

Just to have something to hold

Proof of wanting

A light I can’t turn off

If I’m so empty

Why am I still reaching up

When the wine bar closes

Morning makes it shine

Nothing is waiting

Still I stand in line

If the room is hollow

Why does it call my name

If I don’t need saving

Why do I pray the same

Proof of wanting

My hands against the dark

I am not healed

But I still have a spark

Proof of wanting

The city in my lungs

I was never empty

I was only going numb