"Birthday" lyrics

I never think of my teeth
Until I get on a bike
I never think of my hands
Until I pick up a knife
I wouldn't call it forgetting
Then it isn't foresight, not the right way of going about it
I never think of my skull
Until the kids playing catch
I always think of myself
But it's completely detached
And every life is chock-full of disorienting facts
It's a bad way of going about it

Maybe I'll predict my future
Take a baseball to the head
Wake up later with some sutures
And a super new sixth-sense
Maybe I'll predict my future
Make it better for myself
Maybe I'll predict my future
From everything I've already felt

I sit and sound like a place (Ah)
I cry almost every call
I barely look at my face (Ah)
Forget my shoes in the hall
And you could say it's a message
That the writings on the wall are the wrong way of going about it

Maybe I'll predict my future
Take a baseball to the head
Wake up later with some sutures
And a super new sixth-sense
Maybe I'll predict my future
Make it better for myself
Maybe I'll predict my future
From everything I've already felt

Twenty-four, fill the void
Scratch the floor, make some noise
The illusion of choice
Take a breath, save my voice
Twenty-four, fill the void
Scratch the floor, make some noise
The illusion of choice
Take a breath, save my voice

Maybe I'll predict my future
Take a baseball to the head
Turn into a live computer
Learn it all to end up dead
Maybe I'll predict my future
Make it better for myself
Maybe I'll predict my future
I wonder what I haven't felt