The Good Nothing

I fill my body full of shit,
But I make my bed and sleep in it.
I get headaches that tell my brain what to think.
 
I'll sit and waste the sunny days.
Oh I'll waste my life if my mind don't change,
But I enjoy the shameless watching as time flies by.
 
I've forgotten to ring back all my friends,
Not because of something I ever intend,
I'd just like some space for a day, a week or two.
 
Where I sit is worn and ripped by the seams.
I guess this chair and I we share a theme.
I wonder what time will do to each of us.
 
I guess I should find some things to do,
But my mind has gone with the morning dew.
I guess today's as good as any to waste away.
 
I wonder if this looks confused and lost,
When I waste my days with no fear of cost.
It's just life is pointless and it's feels so good to know.
 
I fill my days with nothingness,
'Cos no actions have enough consequence,
So I'll do whatever I ever intend to do.
 
'Cos I fill my body full of shit,
'Cos it's better than filling my mind with it.
It's thinking about our purpose that drives us mad.