Over-Analysis (Ghosts)

Well I don't mean anything coz it makes no difference You shake your head again as I try to make amends Well I know I've got a gift for over-analysis I'll try to make it fit but I'll make a mess of it You say there's nothing to it, that the news is sometimes wrong But the stars predict that I'll be tricked oh Break my bones and string me along But I still go on 'til I've got nothing left inside A waste of time or a grand design? Oh never mind, coz I've got no more pride to swallow now I don't mean to make a fuss But you're meant to be helping us I'll add the numbers up but I always get too much [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/ghosts/over_analysis.html ] You say there's nothing to it, that the news is sometimes wrong But the stars predict that I'll be tricked oh Break my bones and string me along But I still go on 'til I've got nothing left inside A waste of time or a grand design? Oh never mind, coz I've got no more pride to swallow And I don't know why I should bother if you see black and white not colour Don't you see that I don't care if you don't want me there? Will I ever find something better to fill my time? Well I've never tried but I'd be so very far behind I'm gonna draw a line and try to cross it by January I'm running out of time but I've come too many miles and miles with all these things that I do It's all I can do