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
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 Explain Request ×
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