Lyrics

Do I feel busy, or crowded, or just plain wrong? Dylan, do you feel like dropping your names in songs for what, fun? And I've got Two cans and lima beans and Three cans and milky beans And Life's real hard sometimes, and it's real hard to try Seasons die, I met her online Who the fuck am I? I've got a lot to feel and do But not much else to say If I lived in the trees you know this isn't what I'd be thinking about And I've got One whole life of wasted time writing songs Do I feel busy bodied, or just feel selfish, or just plain wrong? And it's a coping skill But what if I wasn't actually right all along