I keep coming up empty..

Am I crazy because I want to touch your skin?
Is it ludicrous that I've got nothing to believe in that was built by human hands or controlled by demand?
So if love is true, let's burn the factory,
Take off your shoes it's time for dancin'

I never leave the house without a pocket of pills.
Operator, operator I've got no solitude.
From the digging hands, no way,
I think I'm losing it and I can't keep up.
Operator, operator it's nothing personal,
But I'm choking tears. I'm thinking bout giving in.
It's no better than before, it's just never mentioned.

We keep running this race that can't be won.
I keep coming up empty.