There’s too many books

There’s too many faces

I don’t think my brain ever could

Remember this kind of information

There’s too many names

There’s too many confessions

I don’t think we met each other yet

But you could connect us

There’s too many bugs inside of this house

There’s too many cups stacked up in my room

There’s too many tongues inside of my mouth

There’s too many people that haven’t been you

There’s too many crooks

Inside of this basement

And there’s too many photographs

That haven’t been taken, taken, taken

There’s too many messages

Inside of a phone

There’s no way i could feel alone

I’ve been this way a dozen years or so

I know that i’m spiraling out of control

There’s too many movies

Where i should’ve cried, i know i should’ve cried

There too many people, people, people

And i don’t want to die

There’s too many years i can’t remember

There’s too many hours i’m needing to sleep

There’s too many ways that i could forget you

But there’s too many secrets you need me to keep

There’s too many eggs inside of my omelette

There’s too many words i want to say to your face

There’s too many stars inside of a sky

Too many signs to ever feel out of place