nothing at all.

Sitting in my living room Listening to ghosts 'Cause I need some life-long advice My hand is still in pain Must of hit something yesterday It makes it so hard to write And I thought that I was just fine Till I broke Till my legs buckled Without the help of my crutch I don't think I know myself as much as I thought Carry on Coming from nothing at all Nothing at all I want to take the easy route Just for a couple days And maybe a few more after that Sitting on this couch An extension of me Till the next time that I snap And I thought that I was just fine Till I broke Till my legs buckled Without the help of my crutch I don't think I know myself as much as I thought Carry on Coming from nothing at all Nothing at all