Brains

There's no risk of a fire Starting in these pockets They're empty There's no money to burn Must I paint you a picture? Can you not hear the pain in my voice? I'm empty I yearn for something more... I brought a knife to a gunfight I took a swing with my left When I'm best with my right Until these ends meet I'll resist sleeping I'll stay awake for days Racking what's left of my brains We take the easy option The quick fix that will never stick And then we're shocked when it falls apart Now as I slowly move forward I can hear those demons calling me back Catching up from the past Disadvantaged or bone idle? Lazy or not in control?