Spent my days in a cold war, fighting with myself Spent my time like money, counted up my wealth Saved up all my moments for, situations coming But I don't know much about nothing, I barely know myself.
And oh the bank that's my head, its filled up to the brim Its bursting at the seams with, thoughts ideas and dreams And my thinking adviser, he loses focus easily He leaves me with a balance due, at least that's how it seems.
Now I don't have a manual, to tell me how to be And I hardly have a theory, just hypotheses And since I don't have no gods, to help me with what I see Then that leaves me here with myself, the work is up to me.