Empty Voices Thomas Powers (Ft. Julien Baker)

You leave me breathless, breathless
You leave me breathless, breathless
You leave me breathless, breathless
You leave me breathless, breathless

Oh, when’s it gonna stop
This block
This autonomy dread
Ad hoc
Take stock
Like we’re already dead
To the world
To the things
That keep pulling the threads
The fabric of your head
Whеn’s it gonna start
One spark
Everything will get dark
And you’ll grow
Yеah, you’ll know
Just what poisoned the heart
Maybe slow
Maybe don’t just go
Pulling this apart
Before you brace yourself for a fall