The plans I've yet to make
Are filling up my days
The holes I've called my masterpieces
I'm hiring out to another's shot at fame
And I'll be well out of the way
When the actions that I say
Are bound to change some day
It's all out of my control, it's all the same
All I do is complain
Lifting weight behind a name
That doesn't count for anything
A failed attempt at fitting within the frame
And in my mind I'm never bored
I've got my future neatly stored
Ready for the day I spring
Majestically from my bed, and then begin
And I've no proof right to this day
That I'm anything what I say
I'll be sleeping through the day I bring
Something to this table that you've laid