About how it's okay, and it's worth it, even when it's nothing.
lyrics
You’re spinning records, and I softly strum along.
You say your lungs hurt, you say we should play a song or something. You’re singing No Doubt and I’m fucking up “Don’t Speak”. I’d really rather we just headed for the streets, and if your avenue won’t set a sweeter tone I’ll give it up and walk back home.
Your turntable, and the foreign hits in your roommate’s record collection. You say there’s nothing on your mind, we do nothing all the time,
but it’s okay and it’s worth it when it’s nothing.
I’m clenching my fists and gritting teeth. You’re scaring the shit right out of me, you’re only a curse on everything. I’m swearing there’s nothing here for me.
Clenching my fists and gritting teeth and swearing there’s nothing here for me,
but it’s okay and it’s worth it when it’s nothing.