where I drifted to this morning, filled me with burning,

I had known I was emptied but nobody had yet tempted me to turn,

I've got no time left, everyone thought that but me,

I guess now my memory is working I'll get what I need.


I've got nothing and love seems to escape on my breath,

the more I explain the less I have anything left.

I won't cheat this time, even if they want my shame,

I'll play no game that after me they can play again.


the next day is disarming, then comes the lost afternoon,

inside they evict me, but they just dont want to feel used,

I don't want empathy, just pepper my prisoner food,

read into nothing that reads nothing into, you.