Out Of Context
I walk around waiting, though i no longer have no patience/
I bring my notebook, in case I think of something that makes sense.
And if I don´t think of nothing, I write about what I do not think/
Those lines sometimes get so heavy, they cause my pen to sink
Then I don´t write for a while, I just wait, don´t wanna wake/
......the interior of what´s sleeping might cause a quake.
I always end up walkin' in circles, how could I not?/
Because everything I want to have....I´ve already got
And I´d do better if I could only become more involved in my own life/
If I could fire myself right now, wouldn´t hesitate to throw me out
I guess I should go beyond myself to break this habit, it´s like/
.....I don´t have a car of my own, I´m getting used to hitchhike
They say there´s no such thing as a free convict/
I refused to be free, now I`m locked with my own lid
And if the text once had one - that was out of context/
I don´t get a grip of this, it´s just a bunch of nonsense