i cant get no satisfaction

Falling out of touch with all my friends

are somewhere getting wasted,

i am an octopus with too many arms

i need and need and need

and i either need you, consistent hand holder

or enough different hand holders to turn to at any moment

i dont wanna be that person for myself, holding all these hands

i dont wanna be tied up in myself

but right now ive got all these empty arms, all these loose ends

hope theyre staying glued together,

I have arms for them.

its a distinct lack of emptiness, its just way way way too much