CREDIT: Written, performed by me

Lyrics:

Verse:

I stubbed my toe and felt like my soul was being ripped out

I got a B+ on an essay and I flipped out

And all I can think is this how it’s gonna be?

Is this all I’m gonna see for ever more?

Someone told me that I’m not funny today

I spiraled into an existential crisis right away

Everything is spinning out of my control (too much, too fast)

And I’m not sure anymore

Chorus:

And they said ‘why do you always write sad songs?’

Well, I swear this won’t be one

Cause I’ve no reason to write sad songs today

It’s raining outside like the sky has something to prove

I’m wondering if this is a cosmic metaphor for me and you

The scientists on the TV screen say the world is coming apart at the seams

But maybe we have time to sit, and think, and breathe?

Chorus