String Theory

I have to write down my thoughts or else I don't know where they go Without a mind to draw them around, lose myself not after a while Time that slowly grew up to a familiar face Finally on the comedown, I guess I'm still figuring it out Dream of the words inside your head floating around waiting to be heard That's a nice life I suppose, as if its just right down the road I can still dream In the tunnel I built below Before I cave in I never heard the birds stop singing