Nothing Man

I'm satisfied with being alive Goals are like a coconut pie That I'm allergic to I like apple better anyway Hey, look! I can do a cool trick with my hands Never mind but it's not that I can't It's that I don't want to Everyday sits another day I could douse fires Pluck at strings Simmer black salt with blazing heat Yet here I sing about nothing Poured my heart out in the sink With my colon and left a big ol' gaping hole Chest cavity, but I don't mind 'cause I got ice cream Somebody else's fractured dreams Got up on their little feet And came to talk to me Too bad I wasn't listening I was too busy falling asleep