Doing Nothing

Nothing, we're doing nothing

sitting and wondering why nothing's happening

Everyone was there

in a wooden chair

doing nothing

Still doing nothing,

drinking, smoking

nothing's happening

No one seems to care

in their wooden chair

doing nothing

I go walking through the park

underneath a moldy sky

Thinking “yes I think this place

would be such a lonely place to die,

such a lonely place to die

Nothing we're doing nothing

literally frozen stiff from nothing happening

Something has to change

cause it's no longer feeling strange

to do nothing Ad nauseam nothing

and feeling acutely every millisecond pass

We can ignore that this is sad

because we know that it all adds up to nothing

I go walking though the park

underneath the moldy sky

Thinking about all the different ways that would make

lonely ways to die

all the lonely ways to die