Back With A Fistful Of Nothing

Back to the blank slate just like back in the day
Again with the paper and pen just digital
Looking over it like I was studying a map
Trying to find my enemies like a general just caught in adultery
I guess greatness comes with a craving
That has nothing to do with sleeping with your wife
But I digress let's get back to business
We are back in a white room with no doors or windows
Figure how the cure is supposed to come out of nothing
How am I supposed to get better when I can't name the symptoms?
Just another day in the place where I follow a girl in my car with the lights off
Licking my lips and figuring when the monster is gonna make an appearance
You just don't seem to understand that in this room I stand
It's full to the brim with emptiness
Someone has to speak in order for the book shelves to come out of the walls
Man it really grinds my gears that I always feel like a failure
Almost 25 years old with nothing to show for it
Add another 25 and now I'm 50 and there is still that feeling
That even in that time I still won't amount to my perfections standards
But at least I'm back and this time like a man even more possessed
Holding a gun with no ammunition let's see how this plays out
How can I kill you with this pistol that is just a replacement for a hammer?
Oh well, I guess only time will tell and I've got to tell you I fucking hate that!