My mind won't stop being busy
So, thats when
I stop and sip my coffee

The world can be such a place
That I'd prefer
To spend my life in space

It's always in hindsight
Glasses don't help much at the time
It's always in hindsight
That you get it through your mind

Shapes and patterns
They mean so much to me
But I couldn't tell you
The first thing about what I believe

No one will listen
If you try and beat them over the head
No, they have to find their own way
Maybe someday
They'll remember the things you said

It's always in hindsight
But I'd love to know right now
What's going on in my mind
Will I ever get out?

I'm sure I will
Yes, I will

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