Stolen From A Sickbed

He's lying here waiting for his end
But that's not the point for me
The other stuff they don't understand
But he's just telling me it ain't easy

He don't want me to see him looking down and out
It's just hard for him to get around
The isolation is all his own
Tell-tale sign we're never fully grown

Nothing matters, nothing matters you see
It's all a show, a self-fulfilling prophecy
Nothing matters, nothing matters you see
It's all a show, a self-fulfilling prophecy

The Rubicon wasn't a big river
It was a little fucking stream
And all the boys knew he didn't have it
And just saw the fish instead of looking

He was once a Connecticut Yankee
Who sat at King Arthur's table
But that's not the life inside a memoir
But within a glorious fable

As I walked by he was sitting there
Saying the truth with his hands
For just a second I stopped and stared
To realize he wasn't making any sense

Nothing matters, nothing matters you see
It's all a show, a self-fulfilling prophecy
Nothing matters, nothing matters you see
It's all a show, a self-fulfilling prophecy
Nothing matters, nothing matters you see
It's all a show, a self-fulfilling prophecy

All days come to an end
No matter what you are or who you've been
All days come to an end
No matter what you are or who you've been

What heaven above, a library calls
The lighted ceiling of a music hall
Where every actor treads on bloody soil
And the vast human generations boil

What heaven above, a library calls
The lighted ceiling of a music hall
Where every actor treads on bloody soil
And the vast human generations boil

Timmy, oh Timmy, come out and play
The world outside ain't a scary place
He's coming out in his very own way
To really be is full of truth and grace
Timmy, oh Timmy, come out and play
The world outside ain't a scary place
He's coming out in his very own way
To really be is full of truth and grace