Why is it for every one there's got to be a greater sum of reasons to believe that I need Because it's easy to forget and when there's nothing in your head soon a sleep is all that I can see Now I've probably stayed too long and maybe I could go but I can't even find a door and so it goes to the same end
until the obvious comes and then Acknowledging I've seen this all before Why do all excuses come when all I really need is none again the instincts they bring back more But do i think I know too much, and in the end is that enough But am I certain what I'm asking for?