Too Much In My Head

I suppose I live too much in my head And not enough where people can see I’m making a mess, But there’s nothing to do and nothing to say That would make it turn out all right. It would still just be fucked up. If you worked in Washington D.C., You could make a bill out of it, But it’s improbable you could make a poem about it. rcs. Current draft: 2/10/2010 Created on 2/8/2010 2:13 PM