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