If I think about you long enough
I might fall all over again
If I let you swim my mind too much
I'll talk to the you I invented
I'll take all your mistakes for granted
Then I'll hear you in the car
I'll sip you at the bar
Meanwhile you don't have thoughts
No thoughts, baby man
I'm used to the routine
Some weather might slip me in
It's clockwork till
I'm used to the routine
Till I'm back to business
Friend, I walk on spiky steps
It's about time I get back to business
So I'm writing, singing
If I dream of you, I won't wake up
I'm back to business
I'll mess up my schedule and timing
It's not my fault you're so inspiring
And if I hear my feels against the wall
Then I'll recall who made me built it
And suddenly it's kinda tilted then
I'll see you in my scars
My brain will create walls
Meanwhile you don't have thoughts
No thoughts, baby man
I'm used to the routine
Some weather might slip me in
It's clockwork till I'm back to business
Friend, I walk on spiky steps
It's about time I get back
To business
So I'm writing, singing
You bring me back on business
You got me working over Asian conflict
It's clockwork til I'm back to business
You, bring me back to the dark
You, bring me back to the art
You, bring me back to business
Got me looking over Asian feelings
What can I possibly do?