Jimi — Martha Wainwright

Sometimes I feel like there is no one No one at all That life is a myth And I won't be missed When I'm gone

But they say that you are no one Without the people Who love and know you around

And sometimes I feel like my Dad For leaving her sad and alone In this big house

These are the thoughts that I have When I'm alone at home in my bed And I get scared

And it takes up so much time And it makes up for nothing And it takes up so much time And it makes up for nothing

And some people ask why I can't Remember the past

There is this dead woman in my lane She's eating my brain Her skin is soft and white and bright Against the night

There is this man in my house When I'm not there He says he knows me from somewhere

And it takes up so much time And it makes up for nothing And it takes up so much time And it makes up for nothing