Weekly Song Post number 171, 'Wrong With Me'
lyrics:
I can't quite seem to get it right
feeling the heft of my loneliness tonight
there's no way around it
evidence abounds
there's something wrong with me
rust, bondo and duct tape
crack in the fuel tank
got a hole in me that can't be killed
running on fumes every which way but loose
can't catch no thrill
there's a flaw in the design
the meat of my mind
aint blessed with no special gifts
you work with what you got
when it aint a lot
only so much you can do
a work in progress, obsessive neurotic
a red hot mess, a stone cold fool
can't take a hint
don't know how to quit
guess I'll push on through
can't quite seem to get it right
I'm feeling the flex of my loneliness tonight
there's no doubt about it
evidence abounds
there's something wrong with me
