I do quite enjoy doing a whole lot of nothing
But it’d be better to do a whole lot of nothing
With someone else

Nothing can be so comfortless

Turning at every slightest sound, hoping its someone
Coming to join me in doing a whole lot of nothing
Voices outside invite my mind to wander
And reminisce about the weeks gone by
Visualizing twain situations
The delightful and the repugnant
The pristine and debilitated

Then i stop and entertain the idea of calling you up
What’s the worst that could happen?
I shake my head to clear the poison
Because you hate me now

All i want to do is talk, all i ever want to do is talk
To combat the utter fearful silence that accompanies
A whole lot of nothing.