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 could use superglue for 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 unfold it