BEIN A HEADACHE 

Lonely thought sittin in a room, holdin it together

How can just an atom get by, complainin about the weather

All the empty space can get lonely, you better believe it

Cause when the logic said it was a god, well I could see it

and maybe the world would be better off

if everything were fixed

but I don’t know what better means

Nor do I know what the world is

and my hands never get to touch the wall

but they don’t complain

it’s hard enough to be just a thought without bein a headache

Phantom mass staring at the phone trying to acknowledge

it’s not even that I don’t enjoy it, it’s just so involved,

trying to remember that I’m up late watching a movie

Instead of baring down on the subatomic, what’ll the elements

make of me now that I’m better off

given it’s all the same

I always thought I was bumping into things, now

I guess I’ve got to change

cause my hands want so bad to touch the wall

but they don’t complain

it’s hard enough bein  just a thought without bein a headache

repeat first chorus