Anxiety rips
Between two finger tips
And that just burns me up

Nothing feels alright
Til’ day turns to night
And that just calms me down

Today is the day
Where the road took a quake
That split it in 17 different ways
Corrupted every single map ever made
It left me rickety and shakin and searching
For the one stable road where the ground wasn’t missing
I gotta be honest, I’m still looking and looking
And the stakes are high and the pressure is cooking
I’m nervous, you’re nervous we’re all fucking nervous
About finding a job, ourselves and a purpose
It’ll come in time, it’ll come in time
In some state, in some place on some day that ends in Y
How about tomorrow compadre, together we rise

  1. Poppy

    May 18, 2021 at 12:14 am

    Thank you so much.

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