Lonely thought sittin in a room, holdin it together How can just an atom get by, complainin about the weather All the empty space can get lonely, you better believe it Cause when the logic said it was a god, well I could see it And maybe the world would be better off If everything were fixed But I don't know what better means Nor do I know what the world is And my hands never get to touch the wall But they don't complain It's hard enough to be just a thought without bein a headache Phantom mass staring at the phone trying to acknowledge It's not even that I don't enjoy it, it's just so involved, Trying to remember that I'm up late watching a movie Instead of baring down on the subatomic, what'll the elements Make of me now that I'm better off Given it's all the same I always thought I was bumping into things, now I guess I've got to change Cause my hands want so bad to touch the wall But they don't complain It's hard enough bein just a thought without bein a headache