here i sit, my life's a model kit

but i burned the instructions and the pieces don't fit

i eat spaghetti o's, turn on the stereo

and keep in mind my best case scenario



i'm without serious doubt, i'm within my constraints



and it just clicked, the things that make me tick

get thrown against the wall and i keep what sticks

i wish with all my might that i had a cause to fight

but i can't argue with myself on this lonesome night



i can't complain. lost less than gained

strive for progression

my futile needs are all i feed

it gives me indigestion