All that I do is wait for you All that I do is wait for you I can’t get along with all your friends Dont know how to act, that’s all there is Why do I accept the things you say? You know what to change But not in what way
Your dreams are sweet and obsessed and you’re overworked, you’re overtaken by visions of being overlooked. How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(nventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers) be to see such power in our hands all wasted on greed? Am I a prisoner to instincts? Or do my thoughts just live as free and detached as boats to the dock?