Hello I'm sitting here
Thinking and writing
Writing and talking

Without you

Situated in the corner of the corner

So far from nothing
Suspecting not accepting
That it's true


It really hits me when I'm
Walking into the market

I hear things I used to say
Is it wrong to be here anyway


Fade away
What was I thinking when I thought I could make you stay
What was I thinking when I thought I was right

Not nothin'

I'm on to something here

It's all becoming clear
Clearly confusing
Less than amusing

Castrated like a corpse to a coroner
So close to nothing
Forgetful not regretful

Of what I am

It really hits me when I'm

Hanging with other monkeys
Thinking of %#@! to say
Is it wrong to be here anyway


I'm on to something
It's something I'm on to

but it's really nothing