Not an empiricist

My heart is an empiricist
Crawling on the floor to find new doors to leave from

It's read existentialists
On a train between slovakia and hungary

My heart is full of stories
That sound cool in songs
But at the time they were just kind of depressing

My heart is sick of thinking
It's like leaning on water
Surprised to find you're sinking

Collecting passport stamps is an expensive hobby
So I stole some wifi from a hotel lobby
And called you

I can't remember what about
But I remember feeling better
Now i'm too much of a coward
To admit I'm glad I met her
It's all true

Even if the line goes dead
Even if there's things i wish i could have said
Even when my friends ask where you went
My wishful head says "nowhere permanent"

Maybe I'm not such an empiricist after all