You've got an awful lot of bees in your bonnet
Sell them to a reservation, build an Applebee's on it
There's a tic within your system, but you just barely missed him
You might as well keep chugging on along your infinite wisdom
Stop looking for the message
There is no hidden message
This is what I write when I can't sleep
The time drips down the pipe, whatever that means
The hour is nigh for you to dust yourself off and
Buy the planks of cedar so you can assemble your coffin
Clinging to the edge of reason while you act like you're breezin'
But you can't decipher whether it's duck or rabbit season
Stop looking for the subtext
There isn't any subtext
I've never been the patron saint of emotion
But I'm paddling in circles in my own private ocean
You know there's nothing wrong with telegraphing an object
But it's slightly less appealing when you're caught in your project
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