Mr. Blank Slate Lyrics

I can't get a grip for what's going on

Fucked in the head, I've got a cleared slate

Zoned out while I'm talking to you face to face

Been three years and I still can't remember your name

Maybe it was Chelsea

You see I've just made the biggest fool out of me

Yet again I've got nothing to lose

And nothing to prove

Maybe I'm just not as cool as how you see me

There's a couple screws gone lose in me

Rattling in my brain, running on empty

Help me, help me, melt me away

Getting lost in my thoughts again

How's it been, living peacefully

Someone's knocking at my ears again

Don't let them in

I'm Mr. Blank Slate, my head's on vacay

My feet are still glued to my bright yellow shoes

Is there something I can do to get my mind to

Think of you, and not the shoes

Oh Mr. Blank Slate, think of her name

I'm not saying this again

Think of her fucking name

Blank Slate

I'm not saying this again

Think of her fucking name

The fear of falling through

No matter what I can't even think of you

(Or anything)

Maybe it was Chelsea

You see I've just made the biggest fool out of me

Yet again I've got nothing to lose

And nothing to prove

Maybe I'm just not as cool as how you see me

Maybe it was Chelsea

There's a couple screws gone lose in me

Rattling in my brain, running on empty

Help me

Melt me

Away