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NothingNothing’s at work, like trying to eat soup with chopsticks The logic’s mechanics suck they  need a bottom to top fixCan’t pick up enough to satisfy my hunger Meanwhile the clock says I ain’t getting younger Seems to be the way the story goes for us romanticsStare at the wall and try to connect every little bumpCan you create an image, not me I’m so easy to stumpBlurred by pictures we painted above Over miles of distance with loveNothing says nothing and nothing gives my throat a lumpNothing’s at work; it’s not for me, it just boils my blood Only so many times you can bite your tongue and chill on budCause you know it just don’t sitNot a little but every damn bitEverything needs to wash over nothing, like a flood Cause nothing don’t please me Nothing can’t hold meNothing can’t tell meI love you No nothingneeds to bedone Tim Windisch 01 09 2026