Windfall

Fuck, is it easier for everyone Greeting the sun, and having to be productive

Moments they crawl, words build up and fall into nothing

It's all a small windfall away from all my dreams I'm bluffing.

Everyday is taking everything, and anything to keep myself from falling apart

Everyone is so sure, so sure, I'm not so sure, the horse and the cart

Are beaten, battered, bloodied, muddy, mangled, and maimed, I don't know what I'm trying to say

But, I won't be held responsible for this

Unsteady, unstable, unwilling, unable

Unready, impatient, at the least, I can fake it

They tell me everything's probably, definitely gonna be fine

Don't hurry, you get so worried, there's nothing wrong with taking your time

Every moment, every minute, I'm spending getting comfortable with myself

Is just another win given to somebody else

Boot up, suit up, and shut up, this is more important than you

Go out, don't pout, sing loud, and show them all just what you can do

You've got a payroll to keep stable, lest you look like a dick

You're only in it for the money, only going where the green grass grows, you're full of shit