so bright, so bright
the perpetual night
night
so awake
while something sleeps
(i am not a writer, because i have nothing to say.)

there aren't enough words
to explain this mind
and not enough hours
in a year
to try
(i'm not a writer because i have nothing to say)

they are in the rafters
and i see them staring
staring
until you see the whites of their eyes
and then they attack
(i'm not a writer i have nothing to say)

did that happen or not
i am never sure
the difference between
a mirage and reality
is lost on me
(imnotawriterihavenothingtosay)

screaming from me
and silence from you
only makes it all
harder

I am not a writer.
(but i have so much to say)