I look for no love
I look for no assurance
I look for what
I'm unaware
No lyrics
No music
No intoxication
Bring comfort
No clue
No apprehension
I am waiting for a ship
At bus station
You can drug me
Try and make me numb
Yet my thoughts
They'll stay wide awake
No kisses can sweeten up
No hugs can fix
My soul is too sour
Too broken to be repaired
My stomach is on fire
My heart unrest
My insides churn
My brain in a marathon race
And I run, run, run
In this mad race
With no destiny to reach
No good no bad to preach
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