So open up, your mind
Purposely ponder your point of view before you decide
Rearrange the the contents inside
And I don't know if my crazy ways are just cloudy days or not
Is it the person or the pot? I forgot
Something, is what I'm not. (I'm just a handmade robot)
I'm just a copy from a stencil
Just a dull, number two pencil
A dull number two pencil
Just a dull number two pencil
Eraser, rub me out
Meander and weave work with what you receive and pick a route
And I don't know if the sky is really blue after all
If we're spinning on a ball, why do things fall
The view from the top of the tree makes me feel awfully small
And I can't tell your intentions
You can't create your own dimensions
I can't tell your intentions
I can't pay f*cking attention
Attention
The tension
The tension
The tension