Oh, hey! What's up?

Not much of anything

As if anything was anything at all

I hear the garbage trucks screeching, another morning

Quantify my happiness

And my misery

While awaiting conclusions anxiously

I rely on everything

And nothing in between

Silent terror at sad rapture in the abyss

This could be Heaven

Or it could be Hell

Sometimes I think I know

Sometimes I can't tell

I laugh and sing

Sometimes I really—