Empty set

I heard you make the saddest sound
Four AM., sitting in the dark
Take a little taste and spit the rest out
Hide the pieces, keep them in a jar

Sticky fingers love filling pockets but
They're always losing the key
Whispers on the phone, guess I should've known
That we'd never agree
Despite what you might think
It wasn’t up to me

Dropped in the middle of the continent
Watch out where you step, it's a twisting path
Kick up a little dust and then repent
Hang your flag up high and they’ll let you pass

Nothing to declare but your charm and flair
Spent the whole day in line
Whatever made you sick, now you're over it
Still I must decline
In fact, I never signed
Watch the slow rewind

Face down and swinging like a suicide
I can't bear to look, what an ugly mess
You’re truly in an awful way
Burned out, cigarettes piled on the desk

Filled the empty set, haunted by regrets
On their manicured lawns
Taken for a ride, nothing left inside
I bet you're hoping you're wrong
They’ll be here before long
By then I'll be gone