Nothing (JCH -- 6/94)
Nothing makes sense now
Nothing means anything anymore
Just pain and confusion
And hopes that my death will come soon
And that my death will come quickly

scatter my friends
leave this city
and with it my only hope for salvation
my sins are headlines
they should be deadlines
no more waiting

and so with the bottle
I take no responsibility for anything
I may have said

leave me alone
Come to me.
Save me!

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