Maybe I just need something to do,

But distraction only matters when I’m satisfying you.

I guess that I just need a new excuse,

A reason to be captivated, say it ’til it’s true.–

And yes, I choose to meditate in madness,

Where magic is the only written rule.

But that’s exactly when you tap my shoulder,

   Strike me like a match, and light the fuse.

Just when you think your glass is running over,

That’s when you seem to find a new excuse.–

 Maybe I should put my mind to rest,

But my heart would never have it, and it’s clawing at my chest.

Until you try to put me to the test,

Make you a believer, so you never have to guess.