I think I'm lost
Painting my walls
I've run out of space
For nothing at all

And I have bought extra paint
Colored it lilac
But it's not the same
And I remembered a face
Put up with my acts
But it's not the same

I think I'm lost
In a cycle of buffers
I don't do well with others
I lose track of their names
I think I'm lost
Painting my walls
I've run out of space
For nothing at all

And I have bought extra paint
Colored it lilac
But it's not the same
And I remembered a face
Put up with my acts
But it's not the same

Nothing at all, no one to call
Nothing at all, is that what you want?

(Nothing at all) And I have bought extra paint
(Is that what you want when you)
Colored it lilac
(I thought I made you safe)
But it's not the same
(Nothing at all) I remembered a face
(Is that what you want when you)
Put up with my acts
(I thought I made you safe)
But it's not the same
(All)