I think I think too much

It's like a cripple with a crutch

A crutch can inspire

lighting a fire to cherry the herb

only once in a while

for the thinking can become too great

it can keep a man up late

Alone with my thoughts

you think I could put them down

I'm just rambling on like a circus clown

so just turn your frown around

and hum a little tune

'cause we all might as well be crazy

just waiting for Johny come lately

The early 90's were great 

thought grunge didn't make a lick of sense

Just random thoughts in rhythm and rhyme

but I have woke up since

and can see the elevated words

 knockin on heavins door

as one by one they took their lives

and their pain

so plainly played in their song

many can relate

when we "have eaten the sun until my tongue has been burned of the taste"

others hear noise

how far does it have to boil

before we see what's left in the pot

maybe it's worth a song

from a man who thinks alot