here i sit, my life's a model kit
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but i burned the instructions and the pieces don't fit
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i eat spaghetti o's, turn on the stereo
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and keep in mind my best case scenario
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i'm without serious doubt, i'm within my constraints
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and it just clicked, the things that make me tick
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get thrown against the wall and i keep what sticks
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i wish with all my might that i had a cause to fight
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but i can't argue with myself on this lonesome night
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i can't complain. lost less than gained
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strive for progression
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my futile needs are all i feed
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it gives me indigestion
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Priorities Intact
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