Not nothing

Hello i'm sitting here,
thinking and writing writing and
talking, without you situated in the
corner of the corner, so close to
nothin' suspecting, not accepting that
it's true it really hits me when i'm
walking into the market hearthings i
used to say is it wrong to be here
anyway
I'm on to something here it's all
becoming clear clearly confusing less
than amusing castrated like a corpse
to a coroner so close to nothing
forgetful not regretful of what i am it
really hits me when i'm hanging with
other monkeys thinking of shit to say
is it wrong to be here anyway
Fade away what was i thinking when i
thought i could make you stay what
was i thinking when i thought i was
right