Feel Lost In Little Bits

If inept I was in thought Then could my mind be shot I’ve been there quite alot But never the same spot Just what could I be thinking Was it all the drinking That got me out to stinking Which really had me sinking Minds been in the gutter Some things I cannot mutter Oh it would make you stutter And maybe close a shutter Me brains been on the fritz Feel lost in little bits I’d never call it quits I’ve way to many wits From a singular idea Behind my cornea I would not wanna be ya But man I wanna see ya