well this mess follows me everywhere.

[dearxyou]

well fold this up
there's a message somewhere
and i don't know what it is
and i don't know that i care

and i pace myself
cause there's no traffic lights
to tell me when to stop
to make sure i do things right

a page of noise
to spell this out
to remind me what to do
who says i ever knew?

and i grind my gears
to get out of here
this mess demands my best
and i haven't seen my best for years