Nothingman

The brain is a big place
In a very small space
I lay here and wonder
if there are others who dwell, lost in space.

Minds racing, yet you can never leave without a trace
Oh how I’d do anything to bite your face
Longing for you? Or perhaps anyone’s embrace
Confused, alone in my thoughts is a comforting place

Somewhere to call home, a fucked up solace
The quirkiest thoughts,
but only thinking of you can get my heart to race
No matter how comforting,
that thought will always pop into my head
- I am so easy to replace