My thoughts are my doctor's excuse for medicine But I find it healthy to get lost inside my head And come back with all that I can find And write it down on light blue lines It's far more useful than reading the Contra Costa Times 55 up YV road Encina on my left All you tried and failed to do was justify your theft And I get that you're bereft of other things to occupy yourself But keep my goddamn name out of your mouth (you're just a shade of gray) And all I want is forward progress And maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless. Wasted time, mostly mine its not my fucking fault So get lost and find your way home Leave my mind alone so I can rate and number my thoughts 1 2 3 On a list that weighs and measures my priorities It goes 1-friends 2-bands 3-that green two-tone van And losing my money it's not about money Cuz all I want is forward progress And maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless. Wasted time, mostly mine its not my fucking fault So get lost and find your way home And all I got was a blank stare Right between the eyes like I wasn't there And all I got was a blank stare Right between the eyes like I wasn't there