< Nothing

I'm on the edge of "here" and "no one cares".
I walk a line that is sharp and self-aware.
I live a life that's for nothing, nothing but you.
I feel nothing, nothing but you.

I am the cracks on your spine and in your teeth.
A micro fracture that is cold and hard to see.
A metaphor that is broken, broken and cheap.
I am broken, broken and cheap.

When you're nothing like me, and you're broken like me.
You can stand up and see, when you're nothing, you're clean.
When you're nothing, you're free.

Something's alive in my lungs, it's killing me.
You twist the knife in my side, I start to bleed.
All along you were counting, counting on me.
Now I'm counting, counting to three.

(One, two, three!)

When you're nothing like me, and you're broken like me.
You can stand up and see, when you're nothing, you're clean.
When you're nothing, you're free.

When you're nothing like me, and you're broken like me.
You can stand up and see, when you're nothing, you're clean.
When you're nothing, you're free.
When you're nothing, you're free.