I Know Nothing - Great Cynics

Sleeping under a pile of clothes

Don’t know where all my money goes.

Didn’t I try.

I don’t protest and I hate to preach,

I know you think that comes of as a weak, always wondering why.

If there’s a heart attack between now and when

I start to feel like I’m doing all right,

can I apologise for wasting your time.

I know nothing.

It’s all I know.

It wears me down when I’m alone.

I’ll keep on telling myself that I’m alive,

and everything looks perfect on the outside.

If there’s a heart attack between now and when

I start to feel like I’m doing all right,

can I apologise for wasting your time…