I have thought now for awhile And I confess that I've turned it into a mess From my window what is this Two billion objects thinking what they should do
People are dots from my castle and I think Someone tells me it's useless thinking
But that doesn't do much for me So many details there are I want to see everyone I want to know everything
Yeah I could use superglue to all my thoughts And he's losing weight for his other shirt A boxer is sad cause of ache in his head And someone in space is taking pictures of us
On the flipside this is awful I see my notes turning into clichés And I hate it when I'm deep It wears me out and my feelings are flat
