Notes on a Life Not Quite Lived

I'm asleep on pile of paper Ideas are rife but never amount to much They died in a cardboard building Licking cuts, I count the ways I'm not quite living No boom no bust, gold bars of love Not quite floating, not quite sinking Give me the drink I'm the future king, I'm a future king I'm the future Back on the peace? exist somewhere but can't be seen These words are meant for nothing Hope is born of hopelessness These thoughts won't change the clocks Notes on a Life Not Quite Lived An appalling teacher, lessons learned Lost in a deep abyss The voice gets weaker and weaker still Were we really born for this I'm sort of feeling a kind of maybe Type of thing, please dismiss This public speaker, the future king The future king, the future falls to its knees It exists somewhere but can't be seen These words are meant for nothing Hope is born of hopelessness These thoughts won't change the clocks Notes on a Life Not Quite Lived These words won't shatter the earth Hope is born of hopelessness These thoughts won't change the clocks Notes on a Life Not Quite Lived