I've Got Nothing

What is this? A stalker's confession? No, it's me - looking through my head to see what I can find.

The chorus here is what rings autobiographical. I had just left the dreadful bunny painting phase of my life for a new and exciting job in an auction house. I felt like I had an empty mind for the first time in many, many years. What a luxury. I certainly did not appreciate it enough and it surely did not last long. The rest of this one is a result of an empty mind - wordplay, blank characters, half thoughts, funny images. For a gem, listen to the last seconds, after the last chords ends and you can hear a police siren from the mean streets of Lincoln MA. Priceless.