Testo Priorities Intact

here i sit, my life's a model kit
but i burned the instructions and the pieces don't fit
i eat spaghetti o's, turn on the stereo
and keep in mind my best case scenario

i'm without serious doubt, i'm within my constraints

and it just clicked, the things that make me tick get thrown against the wall and i keep what sticks
i wish with all my might that i had a cause to fight
but i can't argue with myself on this lonesome night

i can't complain. lost less than gained
strive for progression
my futile needs are all i feed
it gives me indigestion