WSP#171 - Wrong With Me

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