I Don'T Like Music

I don't like music
Why can't I care?
I lost the gold on my wrist
Should send for it, but it's gone, don't know where

In the fifth corner, I see you
Juggling with all your precious truths
I'm hollow and blood thick
Hush, so you don't leave a nick on your lips

No heaven hideout
No drop of grace left inside of me
I'll drink, eat, and die then
Lest I meet poise, in all the noise

I remember the smoke, the late sun
I can tolerate, and all at once
I hear them, the old songs
A precious smell, fading out, then it's gone

I don't like music
Why can't I care?
I lost the gold on my wrist
Should send for it, but it's gone, don't know where