Pencil Pusher

Pass the fists and I’m pacified

I can hear the dogs bark behind the house

Clean sheets and an empty head

Salt in the wound

All these bad ideas just wear me thin

Like an empty head

Like an empty bed

R: I don’t feel anything

You don’t mean anything

When there’s nothing, regret nothing

Just a momentary lapse of judgement

I said something I should have kept to myself

And thought this over

I should think things over

R:

Sometimes I feel buried beneath the skin

Beneath these bones

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever feel so alone

R: