I tend to think more than I do
People refer to this as lazy
I feel I'm closest in my bed
Closer to finding answers in my head
Turn off the computer
Turn off the telephone
You've turned me off
No need to call here
Cos there's no one home
Nobody's home
All that remain is blank space
A place where someone once was
My cries of how I loved you died
Mere echos in a space and time
Turn off the computer
Turn off the telephone
You've turned me off
No need to call here
Cos there's no one home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home
No no one's home
I tend to think more than I do
People refer to this as lazy
I feel I'm closest in my head
Closer to finding answers in my head
