Unpinned my heart from my sleeve,
but that didn't make it right
so I cinched it 'round my head
to make both airtight.
you know, sometime I walk
my town late at night
desperately seeking
some place you've not been
talking to you is
a long distance call to
someone who's put the
receiver down
or maybe to someone who was
never there
to pick it up, to pick it up
to answer it at all
and no, no, it's my error, not yours
with your fair share of sense
and I've filled my hands with supplements
but nothing can replace what
what what does it feel like to not be preoccupied
but oh god, these thoughts of you:
ideas like wheels and like fists and like stars
and like pi mathematical
and other things infinite, terrible, powerful,
inexplicable things that I don't like to lose myself in
root out what's weak to
dry in the sun and
I'll be adjusted and
pleasantly numb
vox et praeterea nihil
I don't think you meant
one word that you said to me
much as I hate walking
thoughts so entrenched,
I'd hand back my progress
and do it again
if I could just have my normal
my sense of complacency
spangled with restlessness
blinking on and off again
and no, no, it's my error, not yours
with your fair share of sense
and I've filled my hands with supplements
but nothing can replace what
what what does it feel like to not be preoccupied
but oh god, these thoughts of you:
ideas like wheels and like fists and like stars
and like pi mathematical
and other things infinite, terrible, powerful,
inexplicable things that I don't like to lose myself in
oh god, these thoughts of you:
ideas like wheels and like fists and like stars
and like pi mathematical
and other things infinite, terrible, powerful,
inexplicable things that I don't like to lose myself in
