Out Of Ink

The room is quiet now, the smoke has finally cleared
I'm sitting in the wreckage of the things I once feared
I reached for my notebook to document the fall
To write a brand new anthem on the back of the wall
But the tip of the plastic is scratching the page
A silent performance on a broken-down stage
I shook the cartridge but there's nothing inside
Just a hollowed-out vessel with nowhere to hide
I'm trying to draw a circle but it comes out as a line
I guess the architect is officially resigned

I've run out ink, I've run out of words
The silence is louder than anything heard
I tried to desing a way to survive
But the pen isna weight I can no longer drive
It's empty
Staring at a ghost of a plan
It's empty
Sifting through the dust in my hand

Yeah, it's funny how it works when the pressure is gone
You're staring at the porch and you're waiting for the dawn
But the ink didn't dry, it just vanished in the air
Leaving you with questions and a thousand-yard stare
You wanted to rewrite the rules of the game
But how do you sign when you've forgotten your name?
No more blueprints, no more paper walls
Just the sound of your breathing in these hollowed-out halls
Maybe the empty is where you begin
When you finally lose the need to win

I'm shaking the pen
There's nothing left
I'm shaking the pen
Give it a rest
If I can't write it down, is it real?
Is it real?

I've run out ink, I've run out of words
The silence is louder than anything heard
I tried to desing a way to survive
But the pen isna weight I can no longer drive
It's empty
Staring at a ghost of a plan
It's empty
Sifting through the dust in my hand

Baby I
White space
Everywhere