Hollow - Noah Kahan

I like to think I’m more than what my age is

With my fucked up sense of patience

And my deep self-deprecations

I try to cope with all the changes

When I smile on rare occasions

Can you see how old my face is?

If I’m getting old, I’m getting old, I’m getting old

Why are there so many things that I don’t know, that I don’t know?

Wake up every day and put on my clothes

Hoping that 401k might fill up the hole in my soul

But I’m hollow, yeah, I’m hollow

I’m scared to check the date, I’m scared of the dark

You can’t escape it, no matter how fast the car

When you’re hollow, and I’m hollow

I act like it’s a choice that I’m still single

I’m smaller than the raindrops on the window

I’m colder than the backside of a pillow

And I’ve tried to hold my temper and obscure my rage

But these kids, they never act their age

And I’ve got one foot in the grave

If I’m getting old, I’m getting old, I’m getting old

Why are there so many things that I don’t know, that I don’t know?

Wake up every day and put on my clothes

Hoping that 401k might fill up the hole in my soul

But I’m hollow, yeah, I’m hollow

I’m scared to check the date, I’m scared of the dark

You can’t escape it, no matter how fast the car

When you’re hollow, and I’m hollow

I’m hollow

Yeah, I’m hollow

I’m hollow

Yeah, I’m hollow

Who do you wanna be in fifty years?

I’m saying, «I just want to be alive»

Well where the fuck do you think you are?

Oh, welcome to the other side

I wake up every day and put on my clothes

Hoping the 401k might fill up the hole in my soul

But I’m hollow, yeah, I’m hollow

I’m scared to check the date, I’m scared of the dark

You can’t escape it, no matter how fast the car

When you’re hollow, and I’m hollow

I’m hollow

Yeah, I’m hollow

I’m hollow

Yeah, I’m hollow