Muddled

I take into consideration
Our history always
But don’t you know
It don’t work out
All the time
The same
What’s the matter?
What is all the fuss about?
And i don’t understand the words coming out your mouth
Over half the time
But i don’t really mind
Break it down
I’ll keep tumbling after
And all the words
The syllables disaster
After another, each one is overwhelming me
She would say
She would say
That sounds exactly like something that she would say to me
And i felt muddled up
Muddled up
Bundled up
In the middle of the summer
Overwhelmed, overwhelmed, overwhelmed