it’s a matter of time before you hit the ground
and you come running home, running home
like anybody else, we all got problems
we’re all modern day, self-inflicted victims
but you cannot win the war with both hands in the mud 
and your face not too far away
so enter in the groove, this beating heart
in a jar, closed up restricted

chorus
it’s my empty bottle 
i don’t know if i can make it without more
it’s my love addiction 
anytime i don’t wanna cause you friction

i killed myself again, several times today
by the words i spoke on my head
if truth is multiplied in a postmodern world
i’m a plethora of indecision
and i cannot win the war that’s raging in my mind
i’m gonna be wishing i were stronger
to stand up to my own composition
will a beating heart fight division?

bridge
but my heart is fighting winter diligently improvising
even though i cannot see you, cannot hear you, 
you are with me