Doing it Right

I cannot define the things that go through their minds
I cannot relate my mistakes
My interpretation of the present situation
Has confusion as all it creates.

Confusion. My household is in confusion.
Abusive tension and delusion.
I can’t help choosing
The wrong paths down my road and the wrong seeds to be sewed.
I’m in a state of shock
From all the cock-ups that I’ve made every day of my life.
And no matter what I try to do
I cannot get it through to you
I’m not doing it right.
(Was: If I try to do what I want to do a screw up is all that’ll ensue)

Frustration. Intense annoyance and irritation.
A loss of mind and concentration.
I’m contemplating
Psychiatric therapy
Would be wonderful for me.
I’m at a loss for words
From the absurdities
That I make every day of my life.
And no matter what I try to do
I cannot get it through to you
I’m not doing it right.

I can’t cope with money, girls, fame and beer
If JD is or isn’t queer
What’s on my feet and what’s to eat,
The price of bread, the lice on my head.
I think I’d be better off dead in hell
But I’m pretty confused about that as well