Empty pockets, empty promises, empty words and empty arms
As loneliness breeds laziness, I can’t resist its charms
You best not count on me. It’s plain to see, you can’t trust me
Don’t try to waken me. Regrettably, you can’t help me
Emptiness and lethargy, always here and part of me
A mindless, timeless enemy that lives and breathes inside of me
They say hard work can’t kill anyone, but I say, “Why take the chance?”
But for the time it takes I would explain my new-found passion for silence
Lethargy is part of me, for now the biggest part of me
Till it lets go of me, it feels as though it’s all of me
If it’s a crime the joke’s on me, inside my penitentiary
It’s as pale and sterile here, as dull as white supremacy
You learn more from your failures than you do from your success
If that’s true, I’m a genius. Yeah, and I deserve a rest!
It all can wait, but I can’t wait to climb inside my tortoise shell
No show and tell, no alarm bell, the best revenge is sleeping well
Shadow of my former self, it’s all an act of self-defense
Absorbed within my own black hole ‘cause nothing here makes sense
Procrastination is a sin, a source of pain and sorrow
I promise you it will surely end as early as tomorrow
To emptiness I say hello, you taught me all the painful stuff I didn’t want to know
And now that I am in the flow, I get jumpy when I think of getting out on parole
It may be lonely on the losing side but at least I have a place to hide
The only trouble, I can’t deny, is time’s not exactly on my side
Surrender is but a choice for you, for me it is a calling
Where there’s no will, there’s no way out and the night is always falling
The last of dusk, the first of dawn, the sun is king and the earth is pawn
Though life is short and pain is long, there’s little else here but for a song
To wake us up and make us feel that through it all something is real
That here is here and there is there and someday I will learn to feel
Something real, feel, learn to feel, something real, feel, learn to feel
Something real, feel, learn to feel, something real, feel, learn to feel
Something real, feel, learn to feel
Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
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