Mushroomhead Too Much Nothing

I'm always excusing myself
But now it's getting hard to tell
The reason why I even care
Increasingly, I'm unaware

Instead of bettering myself
I'm crawling deeper in my shell
The whole point that I am alive
Seems to escape me at this time

I think too much nothing too much

I've never known how to behave
I've never strayed far from the grave
I need to get up off the ground
To force myself to make a sound