• I sit there thinking bout nothing, and evrything
    Like if any one flake cuased the avalance
    I think of these things from morning until evening.

    Blank space, I must retrace, wheres the race? My brain sings
    A panic of thoughts, that I attempt to grasp
    I sit there, in bed, thinking about nothing

    Telekinesis, who to be with. My brain sings
    Fantastical dreams, that always seem to scheme
    I think these things every morning

    Circuit solder, cannon fodder, otter, things
    Seemingly unrelated things, I think of
    I sit there in class, thinking about everything

    Cars wrecked, window cracked, people smacked, just a few things
    buildings burned, goals we yearn, my thoughts discern me
    I think of these things many evenings

    To be without these, it wouldnt be worth being
    What is pain, ankles sprained, nothing gained
    I sit there thinking bout nothing, and evrything
    I think of these things from morning until evening.