it's not like that, I've got holes in my clothes
and for the last time I'll be up here with my notebook and my phone
everyone has their own idea,
but me I'm not a hundred-aire,
I barely move, I rarely care
don't tell me not to worry, I worry just enough,
help me find a way, run before you're caught,
officer I won't connect the dots
I've been played down, I've spent ages in clouds
and for the first time I can feel sound in the foreground of my mind
everyone has their own idea,
there's a point that you cross where nothing seems real,
but me I'm not a hundredaire,
I barely move, I rarely care
you read, you write, you know its true you read, you write and you know that it's true
don't tell me not to worry, I worry just enough,
help me find a way, run before you're caught,
officer I won't connect the dots
