it was par for the course
put my cart before the horse
put my eggs in one basket and counted before they hatched
it was head over feet
tried to make something sweet
turned the oven too hot, forgot, burned the whole damn batch
what am i if i’m not tired?
what am i if i’m not enough?
what am i if i’m not wired my whole life
to try and find someone to love?
it was run of the mill
fell asleep at the wheel
shit got crooked i looked so stupid with my bare hands
now i am a bundle of nerves
and i’m fighting the urge
to make like an ostrich and bury my hand in the sand