So you're telling me If I sit and watch this pot, then it will never boil? Then I'm just gonna sit and watch it A priori knowledge You got the short end of the stick Of me sorting out my indecisive bullshit Turned it into your problem I'm sorry Well life can be a mess when I want it to be I can come clean when I wanna come clean And I I wanna come clean I wanna come clean These are just breadcrumbs burned into the foil A mere waste product of what I'm really digging for Who knows how long I'll sit here in the dark Ears tuned to the silence while the world outside spins on? I've been juggling a couple new perspectives in the Mirror Thing Burning out them stale intentions So I can come back clear with fresh ones Object permanence is a leap of faith without conclusive evidence Maybe I've been asking the wrong questions Well life can be a mess when I want it to be And I can come clean when I wanna come clean And I I wanna come clean I wanna come clean I'm tired of always asking, "What's the matter with me?" Rewiring my brain to my childhood dreams And I I wanna come clean I wanna come clean I wanna come clean I wanna come clean