Wasted
CAMILLE JONES, THE EGG
The saddest sound I've ever heard; the saddest sound I've ever heard.
The quiet that takes the place of silence that takes the place of your voice.
You're right reasons are dumb and I'm just talking too much.
And I want to be alone with what I am, wasted.
The cruelest voice comes back to me.
The cruelest thing, you think you didn't know me.
It's alright, I am on the outside now, smiling, but eyes don't lie.
You're right, reasons are dumb and I'm just talking too much.
And I want to be alone with what I am, wasted.
I'll just come apart or something.
No one could be more empty than I am and I would take it all back if I could, but I can't.