I'm lying on this mattress just thinking
About all the ways this could go wrong
The world over and time again.

And all these nights have me thinking
That maybe there’s no true meaning to anything,
And maybe the real meaning is that nothingness.

But all these people have me thinking
About how much we can make out of nothing,
About how little we can make out of something,

And all this blood has me thinking
That maybe I should have stayed home tonight.