Besedila: Stitches (The). 8 X 12. I Can't Do Anything.

Here I am
the walking contradiction
I guess I like the feeling of friction
I never pull through with the things I should
just sitting around eat another Quaalude
I don't mind being the world's ashtray
Cause I only feel lucky when I'm losing the race
I can't do anything right
why can't I do anything right