You tell me what's wrong with you
But I don't really care
There's certainly something we've messed up
But it's late to share
I know you're sad and lonely
But I got one hundred tabs
Open in my mind but closed for business
Just so you're aware
Tunnel vision madness
Notification happiness
Spinning plates
Relationships going down the drain
I'm not ill, I'm just driven (just driven)
But I guess there's just no end (just no end)
To this mess that I created, that I created
Until then, until I'm tired
I'll be gladly riding on a merry-go
Let me go round, and round, and round
And round, and round, and round
And round, and round, and round
And round, and round, and round...