He's such an overthinker
Paranoid and paralysed
A home full of precious things is on fire
He's such an overthinker
No wonder he don't smile
Humour is a number he never dials
So I tell him
That it's alright
And he looks at me
As if I'm lying
And he's lost
And he cries
I can't take it no more
I can't take it no more
I can't take it no more, oh no, no no
He's such an overthinker
To him a coin has 3 sides
Waits simultaneously in 20 lines
He's such an overthinker
Drinks tea and whiskey, the same time
If you were to be with him
You'd be hospitalised
So I tell him
That it's alright
And he looks at me
As if I'm lying
He's lost
And he cries
I can't take it no more
I can't take it no more
I can't take it no more, oh no, no no
If you made a motion picture
Of his overthinking mind
Every frame would be
Out of focus and no storyline
Mind's a good servant but a bad master
Mind's a good servant but a bad master
Mine's a good friend
We've gotten closer over time
Mind's a good servant but a bad master
Mind's a good servant but a bad master
Mine's a good friend
We've gotten closer over time
He finally tells me
He feels so light
He can see right through
What he's designed
'Twas a maze
Convincing lies
And I will go there no more
I will go there no more
I will go there no more, oh no, no no