Listen to Tomicks IV

It doesn’t matter what I do
I still end up playing empty rooms
I keep looking out towards that door
Do you think of me anymore

It doesn’t change what I say
I’ll claim things will get better one day
I’ll lie to myself, imagine someone listening
I’d sell my soul to seem interesting

It doesn’t matter what it costs
I’ll borrow more and play at a loss
I’ll look to the left and to the right
Imaginary smiles at the fool in sight

Hindsight says your cruelness was kind
When you laughed at my playing out of time
I should have taken it as a sign
Empty rooms fill the passage of time