The left brain wages war against the right
both sides of this dispute have the nerve to fight
and if you word it right, in a certain light
it's a perfect person look-a-like
but this clone isn't me, I'm alone as can be
in a room full of those who condone what I need
but i don't know what I need, I don't know what it means
to control my heartbeat and the air that I breathe
Me, myself, and I makes three
and three makes a crowd
Me, myself, and I makes three
and three makes a crowd
Me, myself and I can never come to a consensus
so could you teach us a lesson, let us know what common sense is
or should we stick with false hopes and all those misconceptions
the silver lining's there but I just don't pay attention
and I don't really care about how full the glass is
and who gives a damn about how green the grass is
and so what if the rabit's the fastest
these thoughts keep me company misery cant manage
Me, myself, and I makes three
and three makes a crowd