No Story

Shall I tell you about my life Of the games that I used to play I don’t want to consume your time Will you listen or turn away? To the shop and back in the hole Backwards and forwards I go At the end of the day I fall Fast asleep like the day before And the news that media publish Always look so incredibly bad Is that the world they establish Or it does look for me so sad The world doesn’t seem to take interest Its indifferent to my story But there’s nothing I would contest I’m indifferent too, so sorry We’re a harmony of coincidence Like the wrong key I press appears right And you stand there surrounded by silence Like a shadow across the dim light Everyone locked in their stories Everything seems abstract When it comes to a stage of no worries There’s no story to tell, in fact.