empty shell

Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself

All day -- and all night

I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath

I say to myselfI need fuel -- to take flight --

And there's too much going on

But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion

Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

Is that why they call me a sullen girl

They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea

But they washed my shore and they took my perl

And left and empty shell of me

And there's too much going on

But it's clam under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion

(Fiona Apple)