Dodging dried vomit on the sidewalk as I walk

I'm singing some stupid song I heard on the radio

Strolling down the most important street in Nashville

Holding in my left hand the weak man's hammer

I always keep an extra set of nails in case I break one

But nothing ever seems to get broken in my world

That's just the problem with me these days

I'm walking on eggshells

Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right

I don't know how to get help

I'm walking on eggshells

And I can't feel a thing

And nothing ever happens to me

Nothing in this world it seems can sweep me off my feet

Everything's amazing, but only in theory

Someone help me cause I'm losing it quietly

That's just the problem with me these days

I'm walking on eggshells

Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right

I don't know how to get help

And everything is perfect

But nothing ever moves me

Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right

Give me feathers or give me nails

I'm walking on eggshells

You might be the one for me but I will never know

I can't fall in love if I've fallen asleep

Will I ever wake up?

I'm walking on eggshells

Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right

I don't know how to get help

And everything is perfect

But nothing ever moves me

Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right

Give me feathers or give me nails

I'm walking on eggshells

Give me feathers or give me nails

I'm walking on eggshells

Everything is perfect

I can't feel a thing

Everything is perfect