i'm in love with
machines and magazines
i spend my nights cutting
and pasting all my dreams
the sound of music
plays against white noise
i'm just a mix tape junky
with too many toys
and too many books to write
to get any sleep tonight
i'm so crazy, baby
you're sane
maybe it's a good thing
we can't be together
i'm so crazy, baby
you're saying
"maybe it's a good thing
we can't be together"
i'm in trouble
with the depth that lies within
i fill my s***es
with cliches so broken in
if melody bares all the weight, i'm sure
sophistication's lost
on every single word
got too many hooks to write
to get any sleep tonight
i profess i am the king
of too much of a good thing
machines and magazines
i spend my nights cutting
and pasting all my dreams
the sound of music
plays against white noise
i'm just a mix tape junky
with too many toys
and too many books to write
to get any sleep tonight
i'm so crazy, baby
you're sane
maybe it's a good thing
we can't be together
i'm so crazy, baby
you're saying
"maybe it's a good thing
we can't be together"
i'm in trouble
with the depth that lies within
i fill my s***es
with cliches so broken in
if melody bares all the weight, i'm sure
sophistication's lost
on every single word
got too many hooks to write
to get any sleep tonight
i profess i am the king
of too much of a good thing