Eleven:Eleven

You could've wished upon a quad of number Uno's

And still be vexed to notice there ain't room enough to think

Could dig the feelings in the garden

I swear there'd still be plenty left around to tell the shrink

You could've wished upon the fastest shooting comets

And still be mad to realize there ain't room enough to think

Could throw the feelings out the window

I swear there'd still be plenty left around to tell the shrink

Too many questions, no remedies

Living through my extremities

Trying to balance distress between some peace and some serenity

The scales are tipping over and the equity is lacking

I'm wide awake at night and through the day you'll find me napping

It's rocket science and the rocket's mighty giant

Metaphors the only way to communicate well when I'm a client

It seems my lack of proper diction often leaves me tongue tied

Right words are hard to come by

Stop waiting by the phone

Cause I'll be coming back someday

I'll be coming back someday

Been a while on my own

But I'll be coming back someday

I'll be coming back someday

And I know I might be broke

But I'll be in my bag someday

I'll be in my bag someday

Sick and tired of being lone

But I'll be coming back someday

I'll be coming back someday

You could've wished upon a quad of number Uno's

And still be vexed to notice there ain't room enough to think

Could dig the feelings in the garden

I swear there'd still be plenty left around to tell the shrink

You could've wished upon the fastest shooting comets

And still be mad to realize there ain't room enough to think

Could throw the feelings out the window

I swear there'd still be plenty left around to tell the shrink

You could've wished upon a quad of number Uno's

And still be vexed to notice there ain't room enough to think

Could dig the feelings in the garden

I swear there'd still be plenty left around to tell the shrink