At Nothing

“Sorry for the tease” is all you ever say

You turn me into mold

Just to eat away

Catch me staring out

At nothing

But nothing is something

And something is somewhere

And somewhere isn’t here

Whatever you say

You're mad at life forever

Whatever you say

I’m just your dead surveyor

While you lie asleep I worship the decay

The strings that hold me up are tired thin and frayed

And I’m tired of feeling sick

But it runs in the blood

And it’s all over you and it’s all over me

Whatever we say

You're mad at life forever

Whatever we say

I’m just your dead surveyor

Whatever we say

You're mad at life forever