No Help Pamphlet

Pieces of things that we can't figure out
Piles of clothes that we never wear
Maybe insane but we never shared a doubt
Waiting right there for the fair
Worried we're counting on Marilyn's looks alone

It's a boundary
That we're bound to cross
It's a boundary
That we're bound to cross

People are strings that we never untie
Walk in reverse so we're always there
Try to explain but the train never stops for us
Banging on drums in the heat

It's a boundary
That we're bound to cross
It's a boundary
That we're bound to cross

When I wake up
I will take a part in it
I will take the benefit

It's a boundary
That we're bound to cross
It's a boundary
That we're bound to cross

Was that kinda close?