Somebody spot me I'm dropping all my lines For cracked crystal traces I manage To do this every time Cleverer, cleverest We've both been climbing everest But you got a ski-lift And I got a toothpick now The next twenty minutes'll keep me Thinkin thinkin thinkin all year The next twenty minutes could be all I get I hate that the bickering Sneaks into all the songs I sing But I've got my limits Yeah, I've got my limits And I hate that the urgency Takes over for the rest of me But I've got a weakness Yeah, I've got a weakness now We've been pushing more than we should. Maybe less pushing would be good.