| Idle hands and bridled passions | |
| Muddled thoughts with good intentions | |
| And don't you know there are things far worse than that? | |
| I used to spell out all my problems in simple one-line declarations | |
| And analyze my feelings for things in similar ways | |
| This may be the finest thing | |
| The finest thing i've found to date | |
| But the bed is where i'd be all day if given half a chance | |
| I used to spell out all my problems but kept them hidden in a bottle | |
| And sealed the cork and sent it off and waited for a good reply one day | |
| And still i maintain this grudge for people 'cause' they're not like me | |
| And there are several things that i think rank far worse than that | |
| I used to envy all the people who cursed at things for useless reasons | |
| And kept my dark side hidden in my pocket and i thought i had it made |