Hollow

{"lyrics":"[intro]\n(ah-ah) uh, yeah\nI keep the lights on like I'm borrowing time (time)\n\n[verse]\nI smile for strangers who treat me like a setting on a phone\nThey ask if I'm okay like they're reading a headline, not a bone\nMy jokes are small landmines, they laugh, then step away\nI'm a metaphor in a thrift store, half-price and on display\nI water a corpse of maybe, it never learns to grow\nMy plants have better routines, they don't ghost me like my soul\nI told my best self to hang back, it left a sticky note\nSaid \"back in five minutes\" — that's been three years in slow-mo\nMy phone buzzes like an insect, every ring's a flashlight\nThey want the drama for their feed, not to sit and hold the night\nI wear sarcasm like a sweater, moths keep coming in\nThey pet the frayed edges, act surprised when there's no skin\n\n[pre-chorus]\nI tried to rehearse being whole, flubbed the first line (first line)\nTurned optimism into confetti, but I never learned to shine\nI’m allergic to small talk, I break out in honest\nYou want to fix me for a minute, like a puzzle in a closet\n\n[chorus]\nMy spirit checked out, left a note on the fridge: \"don't wait\"\nI'm breathing like an actor, line read, wrong state\nI'm here, I'm here, but I'm hollow (I'm hollow)\nI'm here, I'm here, but I'm hollow (I'm hollow)\nKeep the lights dim, it's easier to miss me\nDon't clap too loud, I'm fragile like a mystery\n\n[verse]\nI RSVP'd to my own mood swing, brought chips and a frown\nServed myself cold empathy on a paper plate, sat down\nNeighbors knock to ask if the circus is still in town\nThey want the clowns on schedule, not the cracks in my crown\nI ghostwrite my apologies and staple them to glass\nThey read them out loud like fortunes, then send me to the past\nMy laugh's an exit wound, my guilt wears leather gloves\nI try to be lovable and end up collecting shrugs\nMy diary's a hotel for receipts of half-baked plans\nI'm charging rent to feelings that I never paid in advance\nI say \"I'm fine\" with precision like a scientist of lies\nPatent pending on a smile that files for alibis\n\n[pre-chorus]\nI practice being smaller, fit into peoples' frames (frames)\nBut compression's just a trick, it leaves new kinds of pain\nI want to be loud enough to be noticed, quiet enough to be safe\nA paradox in street clothes, coupon clipped for grace\n\n[chorus]\nMy spirit checked out, left a note on the fridge: \"don't wait\"\nI'm breathing like an actor, line read, wrong state\nI'm here, I'm here, but I'm hollow (I'm hollow)\nI'm here, I'm here, but I'm hollow (I'm hollow)\nKeep the lights dim, it's easier to miss me\nDon't clap too loud, I'm fragile like a mystery\n\n[break]\n\n[bridge]\n(oh-oh) somebody put my name on a marquee of mistakes\nI wave like a mannequin, my fingers got the shakes\nI stitched a smile with thrift-store thread, it unravelled in the rain\nI try to be a p