Crumbs, Get Some

My expression is blank  
not in the mood to frown  
smiling is just not my thing  
 
I see spots  
some say iron deficiency  
I say, aliens are landing  
 
"what do you want from me"  
that question bugs the hell out of me,  
because I never have an answer  
 
turn the lights on or turn them off  
having thought about it, they both come at a cost  
I find myself perplexed by the switch  
 
boats float and hope fucking sinks  
that's me speaking positively  
and basically how I feel about everything  
 
if empty doesn't even begin to explain  
neither shall I,  
the hate train and my thoughts collide  
 
sometimes they lead you somewhere  
and sometimes they are all that is left,  
crumbs, you just got some