Idle Hands

Idle hands and bridled passions

Muddled thoughts with good intentions

And don't you know there are things far worse than that?

I used to spell out all my problems in simple one-line declarations

And analyze my feelings for things in similar ways

This may be the finest thing

The finest thing I've found to date

But the bed is where I'd be all day if given half a chance

I used to spell out all my problems but kept them hidden in a bottle

And sealed the cork and sent it off and waited for a good reply one day

And still I maintain this grudge for people 'cause' they're not like me

And there are several things that I think rank far worse than that

I used to envy all the people who cursed at things for useless reasons

And kept my dark side hidden in my pocket and I thought I had it made