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

I just can't figure it out