I'm in love with    machines and magazines    I spend my nights cutting    and pasting all my dreams    the sound of music    plays against white noise    I'm just a mix tape junkie    with to many toys       and too many books to write    to get any sleep tonight       I'm so crazy, baby    you're sane    maybe it's a good thing    we can't be together    I'm so crazy, baby    you're saying    "maybe it's a good thing    we can't be together"       I'm in trouble    with the depth that lies beneath    I fill my spaces    with cliches so broken in    if melody bears all the weight,    I'm sure    sophistication's lost    on every single word       got to many hooks to write    to get any sleep tonight       I profess I am the king    of too much of a good thing