Tried to take a picture of love
Didn't think I'd miss her that much
I want to fill this new frame
But it's empty
Tried to write a letter in ink
It's been getting better I think
I got a piece of paper
But it's empty, it's empty
Maybe we're trying, trying too hard
Maybe we're torn apart
Maybe the timing is beating our hearts
We're empty
And I've even wondered if we
Should be getting under these sheets
We could lie in this bed
But it's empty, it's empty
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