hello i'm sitting here

thinking and writing

writing and talking

withoiut 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 corner

forgetful not regretful

of what i am

its 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 here

it's something i'm on to something

but it's really nothing