| Always runnin' on cheap caffeine |
| I don’t do books, only magazines |
| My garden smells like gasoline |
| On the bus I dream of limousines, yeah-yeah |
| I’m feelin' so far behind my mind |
| I’m pickin' fights with attention and passin' time |
| Every hour that’s wasted should be a crime |
| Before I catch up feels like I rewind |
| If the clock stops now then I am in trouble |
| Oh, I can’t slow down when my mind’s in double time |
| Feels like everything I do |
| Is taking place in a waitin' room |
| On occasion I can be impatient |
| On occasion I can be impatient |
| On occasion I can be impatient |
| Every minute, second passing by |
| Stressing, pressing me to realize |
| Good things come to those who wait |
| Well, I maybe that explains |
| Why I can’t keep anything nice |
| I’m feelin' so far behind my mind |
| I’m pickin' fights with attention and passin' time |
| Every hour that’s wasted should be a crime |
| Before I catch up feels like I rewind |
| If the clock stops now then I am in trouble |
| Oh, I can’t slow down when my mind’s in double time |
| Feels like everything I do |
| Is taking place in a waitin' room |
| On occasion I can be impatient |
| On occasion I can be impatient |
| On occasion I can be impatient |
| On occasion I can be impatient (Ah, ah) |
| On occasion I can be impatient |
| (I can be impatient) |
| If the clock stops now then I am in trouble |
| Oh, I can’t slow down when my mind’s in double time |
| Feels like everything I do |
| Is taking place in a waitin' room |
| On occasion I can be impatient |