Texty: Dishwalla. Opaline. Drawn Out.

So the lines are lost on the smallest details
Of the life that we tossed pushed out over the rail
And the wounds run deep through the one man so bad
He's fallen beneath the touch of your hand

And it's all drawn out there's nothing inside
And nothing to hold, nothing to find
It's wearing' me out this feeling inside
I'm all drawn out

And the promise we break it and the reasons we fake it
Bring us farther apart from the love that we make
As the poisonous time leaves us gasping for air
We run for the past but were already there

And it's all drawn out there's nothing inside
And nothing to hold nothing to find
And it's wearing me out this feeling inside
And it's all drawn out, it's all drawn out
I'm all drawn out