Brain Freeze (song)

Sitting in my three room apartment 

Alone on the floor pillow

Listening to music

And trying to get high

Which is the only way 

I know to 

Keep me from crying

The door to the porch 

Is open in hopes to ventilate 

Cigarette smoke

That no longer exists 

And the attempt of a 

Determined soul to finish 

Every bit of white

Thinking of 

What to think about

Yes, my life does not

Consist of much

Since all reasons

Have been stripped away

Crippled and low

Staring at the blank walls

Which box in a single

Hand-painted table

A project left unfinished

Blink twice

Though there's nothing 

In my eyes 

My blank mind

Thinks of nothing 

I have no thoughts

Only sight

Of the emptiness around me

Lives are going on

As I watch and hear them buzz

No time to stop

And have nothing to think about

No time to see

It is all meaningless

No time to know

That just being here may be enough. 

Yes. my life does not 

Consist of much

But I like it that way

At least for today.