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 shit 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
