It's My Mess

It's my mess
It all makes sense
A thousand jobs
They're all past tense
To you it's junk
To me it's fun
I sort and move
It's getting done

I'm making this out of that
I'm using that for this thing
I'm turning that into this
I'll make use of everything

It's my stuff
It's everywhere
It's everything
That's in my lair
I pile it up
I stack it straight
The stuff in back
Will have to wait

I'm keeping this in case that
It's held up great and still works
There's meaning to it in fact
'Cause each item has its quirks

I'm a frustrated artist
Lost in my mind
I'm a deflated crafter
And really behind
I'm a dejected planner
Of artwork and schemes
I'll never catch up
You know what I mean

You know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean

It's my things
I give away
It doesn't sting
There's less today
But more appears
Another stash
I sort some more
I'm out of cash

I'm making this out of that
I'm turning that into this
I'm using this for that thing
And when I do it's just bliss

It's my choice
To keep this stuff
Or throw away
I've got enough
So many things
To let them go
Or keep them here
I know, I know

I'm a frustrated artist
Buried by plans
I'm a discouraged maker
Of silly flimflams
I'm a crestfallen author
Of artwork and schemes
I'll never catch up
You know what I mean

Hey, hey
I know what I mean
You know what I mean
Hey, hey
You know what I mean
I know what I mean
Hey, hey, hey
I know what I mean
You know what I mean
Hey, hey, hey

It's my mess
To keep or not I
t's my choice
They're all I've got
To you it's junk
To me it's fun
So many things
Mmm

I'm making this out of that
I'm using that for this thing
I'm turning that into this
I'll make use of everything

Oh
You know what I mean
Yeah, ok Babe
I know what I mean
Ok Babe

So many things
To let them go
Or keep them here
I know, I know
I know I know
I know I know

You know what I mean

Hey babe
I know what I mean
You know what I mean
Hey, hey
You know what I mean
Hey, hey, hey
I know what I mean

It's my mess
It all makes sense
A thousand jobs
They're all past tense
To you it's junk
To me it's fun
I sort and move
It's getting done

I'm making this out of that
I'm using that for this thing
I'm turning that into this
I'll make use of everything

It's my stuff
It's everywhere
It's everything
That's in my lair
I pile it up
I stack it straight
The stuff in back
Will have to wait

I'm keeping this in case that
It's held up great and still works
There's meaning to it in fact
'Cause each item has its quirks

I'm a frustrated artist
Lost in my mind
I'm a deflated crafter
And really behind
I'm a dejected planner
Of artwork and schemes
I'll never catch up
You know what I mean

It's my things
I give away
It doesn't sting
There's less today
But more appears
Another stash
I sort some more
I'm out of cash

I'm making this out of that
I'm turning that into this
I'm using this for that thing
And when I do it's just bliss

It's my choice
To keep this stuff
Or throw away
I've got enough
So many things
To let them go
Or keep them here
I know, I know

I'm a frustrated artist
Buried by plans
I'm a discouraged maker
Of silly flimflams
I'm a crestfallen author
Of artwork and schemes
I'll never catch up
You know what I mean

It's my mess
To keep or not
It's my choice
They're all I've got
To you it's junk
To me it's fun
So many things
I'm overrun

So many things
To let them go
Or keep them here
I know, I know

I know
I know

To let them go
Or keep them here

I know
I know