I sit and arrange my life into bins and circles Where they best suit what my moment's need is till it goes Floating over and counting the borders and miles I'm partitioning others into folders and files So love me while it suits your plans 'cause lord knows you don't suit mine I'll give you all I can get but we are so low on our time So I'll leave a piece of me as your phantom limb That will hold you like I did when I was there ♪ My labeled life and my sensible, stark sense of self Make maps and spreadsheets that itinerate me through this shell Floating over the bridges I've burned or let froze Rationalizing my actions through the life I have chose I look at all that's looking out I'll crumple up all these blueprints and I'll set it alight I'll rip and tear out the wicked ends of my horrible mind ♪ So love me while it suits your plans 'cause I've cleared all of mine I'll give you more than the best and I've got nothing but time