I Can't Write It Down

I know it's a problem

I can't write it down

The things I am wanting

Are deep in me now

Are you worried about:

All the things you're without?

All the things you can doubt?

What you don't know?

I know it's a problem

I can't walk a line

And if I have lost it

It was never mine

Are you worried about:

All the things you can doubt?

All the things you're without?

What you don't feel?

But you think all the time

If you knew yourself, you'd be just fine

But you're not what they think

You can calm yourself with a small drink

But you're not just a lush

You can paint yourself with a broad brush

If they find out who you are

That you're just white trash

Sleeping in your car (your car)

I know it's a problem

I can't write it down

The things I am wanting

Are deep in the ground