Restless

Struck by lightening whenever I move
Nimble fingers held tight with glue
A mind that's jumping, bouncing pumpkins
This is not what I should do.

Slippery shoes on floors of ice
Hold on tight, I feel like mice
Chasing the breeze to the nearest cheese
This is not what you'd call nice.

Marching lice through a forest fire
Pricked by thorns while jumping higher
Swinging branches, tingling armpits
Definitely not what you'd desire.

I'm not tired, don't know why not
I've gotta do more, I can't stop this
Must lock myself and block my senses
Gotta knock myself out senseless
Restless, restless, restless, restless,
Restless, restless, restless, restless.