Idle hands and bridled passions Muddled thoughts with good intentions And don't you know there are things far worse than that? I used to spell out all my problems in simple one-line declarations And analyze my feelings for things in similar ways This may be the finest thing The finest thing i've found to date But the bed is where i'd be all day if given half a chance I used to spell out all my problems but kept them hidden in a bottle And sealed the cork and sent it off and waited for a good reply one day And still i maintain this grudge for people 'cause' they're not like me And there are several things that i think rank far worse than that I used to envy all the people who cursed at things for useless reasons And kept my dark side hidden in my pocket and i thought i had it made