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I spend the day indoorsRolling my mind round undone choresFeeling guilty for nothing in particular And over and over I thought What is this thing that I’ve wrought? How is it that my leg’s caught up and away up and awayAnd over and over again Nothing I want to defendNothing I could recommend Nothing to say nothing to chase awayI spent the night insideRolling the rules round the hills of my mindand what is right if I am never justified? You broke your ribs for this.I hope it was worth every cell split.And what are we besides agreements of the senses? Own my days.Live my days.Rip my days.Couldn’t find enough to do Couldn’t find enough to occupy you From Letras Mania