I woke up pissed at a dream I don't remember Coffee taste burnt, still drinking it for temper Phone on one percent, brain on seventeen Got a whole lotta plans and a sink full of dishes clean— Wait, dirty See, that's exactly what I mean I can build something nobody's ever seen Then lose my damn keys somewhere in between I got a bad little habit of thinking too far Turn a five-minute problem to a three-act war Then I laugh at myself like, "look where you are" Standing in the kitchen having beef with a jar Twist it Nope Twist it Still nope Whole grown man getting bullied by a pickle lid That's dope My brain go— Click-click, don't think too much Click-click, don't think too much If I think too long then I fuck it up So click-click, don't think too much I said— Click-click, don't think too much Click-click, don't think too much Whole world loud, turn the volume down Then build some weird shit from the junk I found Yeah I don't need a therapist, I need six more shelves Maybe eight little boxes I can label myself One says "wires," one says "probably wires" One says "do not touch," so naturally I tried it Smoke from the circuit That's character building Ceiling fan watching me ruin the building Neighbor said, "you good?" Man, define good I got three dead phones and they all understood I talk to machines 'cause they answer me straight Human beings add twelve extra steps to "okay" You ever send "sure" and then stare at the screen Like damn, did that period come off too mean? Delete it Rewrite it Add "lol" Now it looks worse Fuck it, send nothing Perfect response My brain go— Click-click, don't think too much Click-click, don't think too much If I think too long then I fuck it up So click-click, don't think too much I said— Click-click, don't think too much Click-click, don't think too much Whole world loud, turn the volume down Then build some weird shit from the junk I found Look Everybody wanna know what the end goal is I don't even know what today mode is I got folders in folders in folders again Named "FINAL," "FINAL TWO," and "USE THIS ONE THEN" I got backup plans for the backup plans And none of those plans got a working fan I bought some old shit from a dude named Stan Now I'm halfway convinced I can rebuild Japan Not Japan-Japan Relax I'm talking tiny lights and a screen on the dash Little green letters moving way too fast Make it look important when it probably crashed That's presentation Half of invention Is standing real calm when the smoke gets mentioned "Is that supposed to do that?" ...Probably. Don't touch it. I like things ugly when ugly makes sense Exposed little screws and a dent in the vent If it looks too perfect, I don't trust that shit Give me something held together by electrical tape and spite I need knobs I need switches I need one red light That does absolutely nothing but still looks right Put a label underneath it: DO NOT PRESS Now everybody wanna press it That's design My brain go— Click-click, don't think too much Click-click, don't think too much If I think too long then I fuck it up So click-click, don't think too much I said— Click-click, don't think too much Click-click, don't think too much Whole world loud, turn the volume down Then build some weird shit from the junk I found And maybe that's it Maybe that's all Maybe everybody's just drywall over studs in the wall Paint on the cracks, put a picture in place Tell everybody "good" with a fucked-up face Nah I'd rather leave one wire hanging out At least then you know what the hell I'm about I don't got it figured, I just figured out You can make a lot of noise without opening your mouth So when my head gets loud and the room gets small And every tiny problem starts climbing the wall I don't chase every thought when I hear it call Sometimes I just let that motherfucker ring Click-click.
