Coping Plan (mental health parody of Piano Man)

VERSE 1 I walk through the door and the stress kicks in, The regular crowd shows up tired. There’s a worn-out soul sittin’ next to me, Lookin’ drained like his brain just expired. He says, “Buddy, I’m stuck in the swirl again, My thoughts keep on runnin’ their race. And I filled out the chart but it fell apart— Now I’m back at the same check-in place.” CHORUS La la la, de-de daaa… La la, de-de da daaa… Sing us a song, it's the Coping Plan, Sing us a song tonight. ’Cause we're stuck in our heads in this dim little room, And we’re hopin' you'll help us feel right. VERSE 2 Now we’re talkin’ ’bout burnout and meltdown days, And somebody sighs, “Here we go…” There’s a jittery soul with his grounding sheet, Tryin’ hard just to count up to ten slow. And the coffee machine is our lifeline here, It's been hissin’ since quarter past nine. And we sigh at the stack of the worksheets we track— Then we laugh ’cause the chaos is fine. CHORUS La la la, de-de daaa… La la, de-de da daaa… Sing us a song, it's the Coping Plan, Sing us a song tonight. Well, we’re drowning in thoughts but we keep showin’ up, And we’re hopin’ to feel a bit right. VERSE 3 It's a pretty good crowd for a weekday group, And the mood swings are drifting around. ’Cause we haul all our worries to circle time, Though we swear that we’re “holding it down.” And the room, it sounds like a chorus now, Full of folks who’ve been fighting to cope. And we grin through the strain with our last scrap of hope, Hey, a little bit’s better than nope. FINAL CHORUS Sing us a song, it's the Coping Plan, Sing us a song tonight. Well, we’re fightin’ our minds but we show up again— And we’ll make it through one more night.