I got

a handful of 

 nothing

   no 

 time

no 

Nothing

  So what

  forget yourself

  Me me me

     Blah blah blah

Nobody loves me!

Hah

   the rocks know you 

the trees carry you

   The sky laughs at you

   the wind talks about you

    and howls

    lightning splits your sides

     thunder isn't ever around

       no phone

         no home

            no here's looking at you 

               Just goats

           and Charley

            on the back road

                to the Devils mountain

                    There you'll build a shack

         out of manzanita and barbed wire

             the walls of lead and colored bottles

                 beams of stone and plastic flotsam

             Isla Mujeres 

    and a beat up scooter