this mess is already blessed (piano punk)

what are you gonna do with all that's made up of you
there's too much of you
running it thru and still comes out screwey
way too much to do
worrying and wondering, can't help it
won't change the outcome to do do either
can't help but stumble every time i walk
if you can't say it in the right way it's like you can't even talk
wanna run my car into a ravine, ya know what i mean
it's right becuz it's real
wish others would join me in this luddite party (got 2 so far...you know who you are)
being stubborn is right
nobody can touch ya no matter how much they abhor ya
doin what i want and not what i don't want
so blessed to be nothin but this mess