You should probably tell the world if you got you a problem
Because then you might meet someone who can solve them
And if you meet him, please direct straight to me
Cause you see I have this problem that’s way above my knees
And Its defiantly bigger than the birds, but not those silly the bees
And if could ask for one thing, I’d say please believe me
Hasn’t anybody told you to just believe in what you see
Cause tricks make fickle human beings

Oh, if we could join hands
And possibly meet
on some stormy Wednesday night, cause that’s weird and really neat
and your list of complaints get bigger with time
but I keep them in box in the corner of my mind
and even if its overflowing I’d rather be dead
than to stop hearing your depressed voice in my head
I’ll lose whatever this means…

So you just keep complaining, I’ll keep taking notes
For that psychologist guy whose secretly goat
And moat that you built around your heart has to go
Cause when you got a problem you just need to know
Whose there, who will care, and how will we meet
Must be a conspiracy from the government, just like genetic meat.
So you sink, and I think, what a pitty, what a crime
That boy with such a talent, would hate his fucking life
Don’t you know tricks like that make fickle human beings

Oh, if we could join hands
And possibly meet
on some stormy Wednesday night, cause that’s weird and really neat
and your list of complaints get bigger with time
but I keep them in box in the corner of my mind
and even if its overflowing I’d rather be dead
than to stop hearing your depressed voice in my head
I’ll lose whatever this connection means…




So the story goes that boy did kill himself
When disconnected from the real world just for a spell
Then he came to me, with his heart in hands, and tell the truth I didn’t understand
I redirected the compliant to the higher ups.
But God just laughed and said, “This must be a joke.
Do you think I can do everything for the man.”
So I pouted for an hour, and now I write to you…
About the joke that God has played on you.

Oh, when you come to me with your problems, I admit there’s no way to solve them
I’ve asked the paper boy, the government, I’ve asked my mom, but she said she has no time to spend…wasting it, on fickle human men…