Quasi - All Bent Out of Shape lyrics

A taste of success is a waste of success On such a total mess. I walk around, all over town, Just staring at the ground - All bent out of shape over you. I'm all too sane, it's all too plain, Yet I never could explain. So I read a magazine with a picture of me As I'm drifting out to sea - All bent out of shape over you. If I make the scene, what does it mean - If I was in some poll with Garbage & Hole? I made the list - it proves that I exist, But will I be missed when I vanish in the mist?