I wanna see the sun.
I'm waiting for someone
To get me out of bed.
Sweet oblivion.
Just what's the point?
I'll ask anyone
For absolute truths,
And hundred-proofs.
There has been nothing to say,
Since there has been nothing to prove.
I'll follow laws of man
If they make perfect sense,
Or else I'm on my own.
My own precedence.
Heat operator says
I'll send a hot one soon
Delivered to the moon
The place where no one is.
There has been nothing to say,
Since there has been nothing to prove.
Never done nothing like that before.
And you can try to understand.
Look down at the floor and go,
Stuffy nose and runny brain.
Oh, the congestion...
Cash in on irony,
While you still have the chance.
Too smart to do the dance.
Too jumpy to stand still.
There is nothing left to do.