Maybe i should have more patience
  A paradox posing as a problem
  A wash in this sea of nonsense
  Spun around and right back again
  I want too much
  I tell you
  I want too much
  Complicate you
  I want too much
  Rearrange you
  Everyday the sun shines brighter
  everywhere time keeps dividing
  Tell me when can I go to a park and ride around
  With my dream girl
  All work no play
  Nothing to say
  Sooner or later
  Can it be true the words that you tell?
  Take it or leave
  Time goes by
  Not getting any younger
  Whine, whine, whine...
  Maybe I should log my feeling
  Take a pill and swallow this conscience
  But this robot has his grip and he might never change
  I want too much