Lyrics
Riding alone
Here of all places
I thought it'd be different
It's just rehashing old faces
Counting minutes in a sea of faces
Look at us
Off to the cubicle races
We're numbers riding in borrowed places
Empty hearts fill empty spaces
He stares out the window
Daydreaming of more
Than the screen that's before him
That swallows him whole
The words dance on pages
A blurry free flow
It's endless
Unending
I'll never get home
Counting minutes in a sea of faces
Look at us
Off to the cubicle races
We're numbers riding in borrowed places
Empty hearts fill empty spaces
To whom it concerns
She types briskly and sighs
Nice word this
Nice word that
Can you please just reply
Counting minutes in a sea of faces
Look at us
Off to the cubicle races
We're numbers riding in borrowed places
Empty hearts fill empty spaces
The distance was long
The journey much longer
I gave them my heart
They wanted it all though
Feels like I'm fading
Lost in the gray
Finding the way to my distance to empty
The distance to empty
Distance to empty
Distance to empty
Style
melancholic
Credits
Prompt by
VintageJam1119
VintageJam1119GeneratedJan 8, 2025
ModelAria v4
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