He constant in my empty mind is "speed it up" I can't believe in anything now. You don't know how I feel, come on, come on I've been seeing myself a lot. I can't commit, I hate to work, how does the body die? It starts with the lodging in my mind and in listening to nevermind. A hearing aide and glasses and coffee in bed. I want to be a loser forever, man. You ask why I never call you back I don't know. I split my brain in two, I'm alright I've been in two worlds tonight. You ask what it's like to go insane It's nothing good.