Gibbs St.

What if there's nothing? Nothing behind me What if my worry Fades with the warm air? What if my eyes are The ones that are lying? What if I had a Reason for crying? Then I might know why the best times feel like wandering around Touching nothing of myself or the ground If I had something Sure beneath my feet Then I could fall asleep here on Gibbs St But would I wake up? I smoked my last last cigarette today 'Cos time moves fast enough without me Not that it's too fast, I just worry too much about who I will be I shouldn't worry about things I cannot see