Filling

My heart crumples like a beer can
At a macho convention when I think of you.
A sucking, sinking feeling in my chest,
The good kind, you understand?

Like trying to breathe
With your head out the car window.
How dogs do I don't know,
I lose more than I gain.

That's what I get from you;
A vacuum in my gut.
Missing something lost,
Something gone.

I'm half empty or half full,
But half empty without you
And you're filling my head with you;
With your stuff, with your voice.

You're filling my head
And I can't think of much else;
Filling my brains with you
And it's good and it's bad,

'Cause I've got so much else
I should do,
But I've had my head
Filled with you.