​milkbeans

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