Nothing Man

I'm satisfied with being alive
Goals are like a coconut pie
That I'm allergic to
I like apple better anyway
Hey, look! I can do a cool trick with my hands
Never mind but it's not that I can't
It's that I don't want to

Everyday sits another day
I could douse fires
Pluck at strings
Simmer black salt with blazing heat
Yet here I sing about nothing
Poured my heart out in the sink
With my colon and left a big ol' gaping hole
Chest cavity, but I don't mind 'cause I got ice cream

Somebody else's fractured dreams
Got up on their little feet
And came to talk to me
Too bad I wasn't listening
I was too busy falling asleep