I write this narrative All these small lines In the fine print You'll find my heart Contagious, old-fashioned Things that come to mind So this is what they call mind over matter Another chemical escape into empty spaces From cornerstones and crowded places In my mind I roam the room Every corner the slightest trace of you There was a blueprint, a narrative But these sheets They aren't white And they're mine The night's indifferent In grey canyons My poor mind wanders on It wanders on I'm so shallow I'm indifferent I'm so shallow I'm indifferent