Lonely thought sittin in a room, holdin it togethernHow can just an atom get by, complainin about the weathernAll the empty space can get lonely, you better believe itnCause when the logic said it was a god, well I could see itnnand maybe the world would be better offnif everything were fixednbut I don't know what better meansnNor do I know what the world isnand my hands never get to touch the wall nbut they don't complainnit's hard enough to be just a thought without bein a headachennPhantom mass staring at the phone trying to acknowledgenit's not even that I don't enjoy it, it's just so involved, ntrying to remember that I'm up late watching a movienInstead of baring down on the subatomic, what'll the elementsnnmake of me now that I'm better offngiven it's all the samenI always thought I was bumping into things, now nI guess I've got to changencause my hands want so bad to touch the wall nbut they don't complainnit's hard enough bein just a thought without bein a headachen