I don't do well if I'm kept behind an office
desk inside it makes me lose my mind
Which wanders endlessly where all the birds fly freely with their
silhouettes and perfect symmetry
I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs, a heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for me
I draw doodles of eccentric faces in the
margin spaces of important papers
Then I hand them in with a comedic grin
You ask if I need help, oh where do I begin?
Chorus
People are good, loving, they tell me
Do as you should, all will be well they say
Life is a test, please give the best answer
What if there's so much more to me?
I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs, a heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for me 3x