Thread the needle For the suture in your mind From all the stupid shit You're looking at online You're an addict You're a lover You're a son Try to connect the dots Of your conflicting thoughts All at once Oh, but surely you Should have seen the signs While you were leaning out The back door of your mind Nothing ever happened Nothing ever could Where's that little kid? That little kid that could And would Well, I don't know But I've been told He never got that old I don't know But I've been told His dinner's getting cold Six in the evening You say you'll have A quiet evening in But you find your way out Six in the morning Slowly swaying Falling forwards I guess I found my way out Well, I don't know But I've been told