You are pages torn from the book of all my secrets Eight by eleven goes from which there is no sanctuary And my mind is scrolling like the credits to a movie Searching for the author of my reason to remain here I could crawl beneath your skin and still not be a part of you Getting out of town would not be far enough Cause I have nothing for you I have nothing for you I have nothing for you I have nothing for you I've got nothing for you I've got nothing, nothing for you I try to picture you, you and your previous lover I try to put my face on the head of this Adonis And sometimes I succeed, but you're so kind to me Refraining from the laughter that should obviously follow Every word you said to me is exploding in my head And every thought I've ever thought simply melts away I've got nothing for you I've got nothing for you I've got nothing for you I've got nothing for you I've got nothing for you I've got nothing, nothing for you You've heard everything, and you've seen everything You have my world in your back pocket Pure perfection fits you like a second skin A suit you didn't choose, there's one chick in your armor The only fault I see is that you see something here in me It's my blessing, it's my curse, but I don't know which is worse If you need some demons, I can give you some of mine That's all I have to offer that I can hold against you But I have nothing for you I've got nothing for you I have nothing for you I've got nothing for you I've got nothing, nothing for you I've got nothing for you I've got nothing for you I've got nothing for you Not one good thing that you can use I've got nothing, I've got nothing Nothing for you I have nothing for you Oh, I've got nothing for you I don't have a thing