Day Planner

I've got an eye On a million different things And one would do me good But when I was born I was destined to destroy The will to be all that I could I pay attention and I over analyze I sleep and I bet I'll miss out Indulge in the little things in life I try to get my head around Maybe write a book I'm more clever than I look You'd better put a pen in my hand Maybe write a song So that I can sing along To the soundtrack of who I am If I try I can definitely hide In the shell of a promising man And what you think Doesn't mean much to me Cuz what you've given me is all that I have It's on the tip of your tongue But you can't quite reel it in Of course in the span of a lifetime You will want to reset again It's on the tip of your tongue But you want to know how it's said Of course in a manner of speaking You could make it up as you go along instead