Lyrics I Know Nothing - Great Cynics

I Know Nothing

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…