I have filled my pockets with delight
An overflow of words and flashing lights
And every day refresh that appetite
History's a blanket on the mind
Just thumbing through the cycles I've refined
Of one more method one more redesign
Recycle me
I'm spending all my hard-earned pleas
Recycle me
They say that it's insanity to stay
Virtuous the circle that you draw
It overrides the locking of my jaw
And spins me upward, pulls out final straw
Recycle me
I'm spending all my hard-earned pleas
Recycle me
They say that it's insanity to stay
And I
Am walking to where the sun sets behind the sky
And writing the constellations with open eyes
And slip past the old devotion to wonder why
They say that it's insanity
Recycle me
I'm spending all my hard-earned pleas
Recycle me
They say that it's insanity to stay
