Yellow walls and red couches   It's the burden of incompetence   It's the things I thought I wasn't   All of my time's been wasted      I can't tell you this thing I do   It is so empty   I've found the time for nothings   And nothings are taking everything      Grey floor, white ceiling   I'm finding less and less   Of myself with what's given   As guilty as I am      As if it's my condition   As if I'm wronged   Everything's for nothing   For way too long      I can't tell you this thing I do   It is so empty   I've found the time for nothings   And nothings are taking everything      As if it's my fault   I am made to fail   Everything's for nothing   For way too long