Over there, over there.
Always over there.
I'm no general,
No army at my back,
So attack.
You don't lack what I have
And what I have is nothing.
It's nothing.
I'm nothing.
And a split second before that last straw fell
I knew
You were just the excuse I needed.
You were exactly what I'd been waiting for
Since I swore
Four score
Ago
That I'd be nothing.
And you all
Are nothing but everything to me.
You're the dots on my i's
And the eyes on me.
So I'll love that in the meantime,
But soon enough I'll show you
That I can be an integer, too,
And to hell with your feelings.
Does that sound familiar?