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