Lyrics to Priorities Intact
Here I sit,
my life's a model kit,
but I burned the instructions
and the pieces don't fit.
I eat spaghettio's,
Turn on the stereo,
And keep in mind my best case scenario
Oh, I'm without serious doubt,
Oh, I'm within my constraints.
Oh, I'm without serious doubt.
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
Oh, I'm without serious doubt,
Oh, I'm within my constraints.
Oh, I'm without serious doubt.
I can't complain,
Lost less than gained,
Strive for progression
my futile needs are all I feed;
gives me indigestion.
Here I sit,
my life's a model kit,
but I burned the instructions
and the pieces don't fit.
I eat spaghettio's,
Turn on the stereo,
And keep in mind my best case scenario
Oh, I'm without serious doubt,
Oh, I'm within my constraints.
Oh, I'm without serious doubt.
I can't complain,
Lost less than gained,
Strive for progression
my futile needs are all I feed;
gives me indigestion.
my life's a model kit,
but I burned the instructions
and the pieces don't fit.
I eat spaghettio's,
Turn on the stereo,
And keep in mind my best case scenario
Oh, I'm without serious doubt,
Oh, I'm within my constraints.
Oh, I'm without serious doubt.
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
Oh, I'm without serious doubt,
Oh, I'm within my constraints.
Oh, I'm without serious doubt.
I can't complain,
Lost less than gained,
Strive for progression
my futile needs are all I feed;
gives me indigestion.
Here I sit,
my life's a model kit,
but I burned the instructions
and the pieces don't fit.
I eat spaghettio's,
Turn on the stereo,
And keep in mind my best case scenario
Oh, I'm without serious doubt,
Oh, I'm within my constraints.
Oh, I'm without serious doubt.
I can't complain,
Lost less than gained,
Strive for progression
my futile needs are all I feed;
gives me indigestion.
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