Analysis lyrics

Well I don't mean anythingcoz it makes no differenceYou shake your head againas I try to make amendsWell I know I've got a gift for over-analysisI'll try to make it fit but I'll make a mess of itYou say there's nothing to it,that the news is sometimes wrongBut the stars predict that I'll be tricked ohBreak my bones and string me alongBut I still go on 'til I've got nothing left insideA waste of time or a grand design?Oh never mind, coz I've got no more pride to swallow nowI don't mean to make a fussBut you're meant to be helping usI'll add the numbers upbut I always get too muchYou say there's nothing to it,that the news is sometimes wrongBut the stars predict that I'll be tricked ohBreak my bones and string me alongBut I still go on 'til I've got nothing left insideA waste of time or a grand design?Oh never mind, coz I've got no more pride to swallowAnd I don't know why I should bother if you see black and white not colourDon't you see that I don't care if you don't want me the
re?Will I ever find something better to fill my time?Well I've never triedbut I'd be so very far behindI'm gonna draw a lineand try to cross it by JanuaryI'm running out of timebut I've come too many miles and mileswith all these thingsthat I doIt's all I can do(Thanks to Jilly for these lyrics)