Not that much to say
It might not matter anyway
I've got a lot to do
but none of it means much to you
I guess I could get lost
Seems more more and more I'm being tossed
All my edges have been frayed
They say time can heal all wounds.
Its what we're waiting for.
Somewhere to start from.
I've lost my resolve
I'm just not willing to evolve.
This suit I call my skin
Is something I'm fine living in.
Don't tell me its all right
I sleep like I'm dead every night.
Yeah, I could sleep till noon.
They say time can heal all wounds,
but that's a lie.
What do we die from?
By now you might have guessed
That somewhere silent I'm depressed.
I really can't say why.
And if I did I wouldn't cry.
My feelings are all nerves
Electric shocks that I deserve
keep crawling up my skin.
