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