Reading what you write alone, the ever-present fucking phone,

Being what your not seeing, self centered in bad lighting

Near sighted to a fault, with every day a grain of salt

Rarely reliving it

Sculpting statues of yourself, empty brain and stolen wealth

Feeling sorry for yourself

(chorus)

Absorbed, in yourself, absorbed

 2nd verse

Lowly creature, fighting vainly crumbling inward, no lights

Left to shine,

Absorbing will that's inside

Keep somewhat low until night

Then come back for more

Stay low