Not Nothing

hello I'm sitting here 
thinking and writing 
writing and talking 
without you 

situated in the corner of the corner 
so far from nothing 
suspecting not accepting 
that it's true 

it really hits me when I'm 
walking into the market 
I hear things I used 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 
not nothin' 

I'm on to something here 
it's all becoming clear 
clearly confusing 
less than amusing 
casterated 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 

I'm on to something 
it's something I'm on to 
but it's really nothing