Nothing (To You)

I'd like to be bits in your teeth A stain on your shirt I'd be the blood on your sleeve, so happily Keep me in a box – I don't care if it's locked You know I won't make a peep, boy All I do: I sit and think I mean nothing to you And I could improve (yeah) I'm just scared I mean nothing Scared I mean nothing to you I'm in your garden, six feet underground And I feel like a kid again when I don't make a I don't make a sound (Nick, I think you're missing the point) All I do: I sit and think I mean nothing to you And I could improve, but I'm just scared I mean nothing Scared I mean nothing to you (oh you, oh you, you) Scared I mean nothing to you (oh you) Scared I mean nothing, scared I mean nothing to you Scared I mean nothing to you Scared I mean nothing, scared I mean nothing to you