The Hanged Man

I’ve only been singing
I don’t write, I don’t speak
I don’t really care anymore
first it was depressing
not being able to speak
but really I don’t care anymore
I don’t even hear spoken words
spoken words
everything is music to me
if you can’t fit your speech in a 3 minute song
don’t bother talking shit to me
I waste my time in
not doing anything
this world I call a home
a world of my songs
this is how I feel
gloomy on the inside
but glorious still
I went a couple of years, 20 years so to speak
never saying anything real
but now I hear myself in my head every day
it all becomes very clear
nothing gets through with words alone
you have to be able to mean
I’m not saying that I can’t
I just lack the will
and music is fine with me
I waste my time in
not doing anything
this world I call a home
a world of my songs