Unloved
Oh, my poor heart
Where have you gone?
Shake loose the dust
From this bag of bones
I waited for so long
But now, the hour is finally here
Now the only thing to fear
It's like you said
Before you left

Oh, you don't matter to anyone anymore
You're a broken machine

Oh, my poor hands
See how they shake
Your words left a mark
What more do you crave?
I've had about as much as I can take
Caught in wells of spite
I'm watching moths across the skies
They're drawn towards
The brighter lights
Oh, you don't matter to anyone anymore
You're a broken machine

Oh, hide in your hotel room
With the curtains drawn
Writing all your dumb songs
Are you feeling unloved? Are—
Are you feeling unloved? Are—
Are you feeling unloved?

Oh, you don't matter to anyone anymore
You're a broken machine

Oh, hide in your hotel room
With the curtains drawn
Writing all your dumb songs
Are you feeling unloved? Are—
Are you feeling unloved? Are—
Are you feeling unloved?

Oh, my poor heart
Where have you gone?