Maybe i should have more patience

A paradox posing as a problem

A wash in this sea of nonsense

Spun around and right back again 

I want too much

I tell you

I want too much

Complicate you

I want too much

Rearrange you

Everyday the sun shines brighter

everywhere time keeps dividing

Tell me when can I go to a park and ride around

With my dream girl

All work no play

Nothing to say

Sooner or later

Can it be true the words that you tell?

Take it or leave

Time goes by

Not getting any younger

Whine, whine, whine...

Maybe I should log my feeling

Take a pill and swallow this conscience

But this robot has his grip and he might never change

I want too much