TOO EASY

I only like statistics when they're mine I keep absurdly thorough charts to please the voices in my head They used to tell me that it's wrong, but it felt right So nowadays they feed on entropy and multiply instead Oh I I've always been like this I'm made of numbers counting measures til the score tells me I win Oh I'm Red string wrapped round pushpins Step back, look at the corkboard And get tangled in this mystery (check it out) (let's go) AAAAAAAA What could it mean? It's so obvious (oh no) Oh I (who, me?) I've always been like this I'm made of numbers counting measures (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10) Til the score tells me I win (I win) Oh I'm Red string wrapped round pushpins Step back, put down the pencil Or get driven to insanity And I know I could just open up (to you) And forget the stupid games But it's too easy and you'll Have me all figured out (figure me out) F*ck the easy way (forget the easy way) (LOL.wav) Hey! I only like statistics when they're mine I keep obscenely thorough charts to please the voices in my head They used to tell me that it's wrong, but it felt right So nowadays they feed on entropy and multiply instead (woah, yeah, oh, etc.) (was that, uh, too obvious, or....?)