Too Much

Maybe i should have more patience A paradox posing as a problem A wash in this sea of nonsense Spun around and right back again I want too much I tell you I want too much Complicate you I want too much Rearrange you Everyday the sun shines brighter Everywhere time keeps dividing Tell me when can I go to a park and ride around With my dream girl All work no play Nothing to say Sooner or later Can it be true the words that you tell? Take it or leave Time goes by Not getting any younger Whine, whine, whine... Maybe I should log my feeling Take a pill and swallow this conscience But this robot has his grip and he might never change I want too much