You say I can't write a simple songnI'm not saying you're wrongnBut I don't think you carenIt's just a metaphornFor other things I can't do simplynnLike I won't ever tell you yes or nonWill I stay or go?nHelp me cut this clevernessnAnd say just what I meannThis is what they call coming cleannnOohnOccam's RazornOohnSlit my wrists, but make it quicknKeep it simple, stupidnn'Cause simple doesn't mean it's a clichénIf you were to saynI love you and I'll love you for forever time untoldnWell, that one never gets too oldnnBut life is not as simple as a songnIt goes on too longnAnd every time I cross a bridgenThe chorus seems to changenAt least this one stays the samennOohnOccam's RazornOohnSlit my wrists, but make it quicknKeep it simple, stupidnnYou say I can't write a simple song