All Bent Out of Shape lyrics
by Quasi
A taste of success is a waste of success
On such a total mess
I walk around, all over town
Just staring at the ground -
All bent out of shape over you
I'm all too sane, it's all too plain
Yet I never could explain
So I read a magazine with a picture of me
As I'm drifting out to sea -
All bent out of shape over you
If I make the scene, what does it mean -
If I was in some poll with Garbage & Hole?
I made the list - it proves that I exist
But will I be missed when I vanish in the mist?