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.