LYRIC

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 spaces
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

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