I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty I've got whozits and whatzits galore You want thingamabobs? I've got twenty! But who cares? No big deal I want more
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I think I ponder on things too much. No wait, maybe not. I have no idea. I find myself saying that I don't care, I won't be bothered, I can't be bothered but yet once again, I find myself sitting down thinking about it, fill holes with emotions; unnecessary emotions. How do you do it? How do you not care and really not care? How do you not care and not think about it?
I constantly find my brain being seperated from my actual body. This brain of mine, the one that is made up of many cells, and is the control center of the body, the one that flash messages out to all the other parts of my body, is somehow lost. Maybe you got to be in my body to know how lost and away my brain is. I feel myself searching and searching for the exact thoughts so I can pen it down but I can't hence the sitting down, being quiet listening to the hypnotising Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie. It's been on my repeating mode for a few days now. There's just something about that song. It makes you and your brain do funny things.
I need you so much closer.
I'm not heartbroken. I'm not lonely. I'm not hungry. I'm not thirsty. I'm not tired. I'm not sleepy. I'm not bored. I'm not quiet. I'm not chatty. I'm not thingamabob. But wait a minute, maybe I am. Maybe, just maybe. Promise never to jump into a pool of careless conclusions.
I'm ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions and get some answers
What's a fire and why does it - what's the word?
Burn?
