can't sleep now, i'm chasing up on thoughts i had earlier today,
can't think now, overload on what the fuck is going on,
i'm itching, must have been something i was sitting on, must be something going on.
and i don't want this, i always needed something else,
my plans are bigger than myself,
and i don't need this, i always wanted something else,
my plans are bigger than myself.


take it day, by day, by day, by day,
play are you sitting on the shelf can we reach further than the front door,
gotta move, gotta stay , gotta leave , gotta waste away with the rest,
don't talk to me because my stomach knots at the thought of everything that i could be.
good bye.