I've never hit someone and I have never killed
But every train of thought is ending up in guilt
Every tear I shed is feeling double bad
Because I drop them on my high-end king sized bed
And I feel
There is nothing in there
But I've got so much out here
My human life is so mundane
But every shower thought is ending up in shame
Every tear I shed is feeling double wet
Because I drop them under my Köhler 8 inch rain shower head
And I feel
There is nothing in there
But I've got so much out here
But a corpse brushing his teeth with the newest e-toothbrush from Oral B
Isn't really enjoying any of it all (I think)
At least I'm not enjoying it, like with a lot of things lately
And it makes me feel double bad
Because I'm not stuck in a desert
With people swaying their AK 47
And it makes me feel like double weird
Because I've got a house and a fireplace
But I still feel cold in a different way
And not anything
Not my shower or my Christmas lights
Seem to warm me up from the inside
It makes me miss the time
I had less of everything
At least that way I could still think
That I would find 'it'
And I feel
There is nothing in there
But I've got so much out here