Nothing
Nothing’s at work, like trying to eat soup with chopsticks
The logic’s mechanics suck they need a bottom to top fix
Can’t pick up enough to satisfy my hunger
Meanwhile the clock says I ain’t getting younger
Seems to be the way the story goes for us romantics
Stare at the wall and try to connect every little bump
Can you create an image, not me I’m so easy to stump
Blurred by pictures we painted above
Over miles of distance with love
Nothing says nothing and nothing gives my throat a lump
Nothing’s at work; it’s not for me, it just boils my blood
Only so many times you can bite your tongue and chill on bud
Cause you know it just don’t sit
Not a little but every damn bit
Everything needs to wash over nothing, like a flood
Cause nothing don’t please me
Nothing can’t hold me
Nothing can’t tell me
I love you
No nothing
needs to be
done
Tim Windisch
01 09 2026
