| My mother raised me single-handedly
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| In a Louisiana hell called Harvey
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| I never know what I’m supposed to be
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| Turned over every rock for clues
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| Of what it is to be me
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| And I never know what’s going on?
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| But I’m blessed and I guess
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| And I swim in the streets when it rains
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| And I’ve seen grown men act so insane
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| But now the weather has changed
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| But in my head the climate’s still the same
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| I still feel pain each time I hear my name
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| But I never know what’s going on
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| But I’m blessed and I guess
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| And I used to be so flattered
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| But now I just feel shattered
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| And I try not to think about it
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| My head’s already clouded
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| And I have castanet fingers
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| And I sweat bullets when I’m triggered
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| And I’d like to wind up with someone like her
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| And we’ll live happily ever after
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| But it won’t matter that I’m a little scattered
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| And I never know what’s going on
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| But I’m blessed and I guess |