Worry Wort

It's not everyday when I feel myself exploding
I don't mean that metaphorically, it's not hyperbole
I mean I have a dream where I see myself eroding
I can feel it when I'm sleeping like a pillow between my knees

I know i'm not supposed to tap the glass
But in my hand I have a hammer and if I don't use it, I'll lose it
I'm good at keeping quiet, I write it on resume
And tell it to everybody that I meet, "You should really get that looked at!"

You can call it karma you can call it luck, but i'm not into labeling shit beyond shit
I sit in traffic and i stare blankly at the brake lights and I write a song that sounds exactly likе this one
Am I still driving? I should probably check

'Cause somеtimes I feel like I might be going in reverse
I try to calm myself down and let it be, but it's hard not to be
Curious about things that are killing me
You should really get that looked at

Get it checked out
Get it cut out
Cut it out