I Know Nothing

Regrets they move with mild contempt
Survive inside your head
Through adaptation
You find them written and defined
As spread across your mind
Like constellations

I keep searching till I get back
To the first memory I have
I'll draw back to the count of ten
Before saying you can count on me
And all the thoughts become religion
And all the shame would block my vision
I'll draw back to the count of ten
Cause I can say so many things
But I don't mean this many things

Amends they stitch and fix the skin
Of working tortured hands
From television
You find
Them scattered through your mind
Adorning giving life its
Classical flavor

I keep searching for all the reasons
These memories feel imprisoned
Like rust they feed of my ego
That's a black cloud above my head
I keep searching for generations
Still pleading for validation
Cold prize for my consolation
I can think of too many things

I keep searching till I get back
To the first memory I have
I'll draw back to the count of ten
Before saying you can count on me
And all the thoughts become religion
And all the shame would block my vision
I'll draw back to the count of ten
Cause I can say so many things
I never mean this many things
Cause I can say so many things
But I don't know that many things