Nothing here is what I need, nothing is my own
I live in a shell of someone I used to know
You could say I'm a wanderer, I live pretty light
The things I can’t fit in my backpack I just give to the night

I am fairly well put together I am fairly nice
I am fairly good at leaving and ignoring good advice
I am loosing my mind slowly, I don't know what to say
Only when I open my eyes my mind is slipping away