[INTRO] (instrumental) [VERSE 1] I woke up feelin' brave like "today I change my life," Then the news app hit me like a bar room knife. Coffee maker died, started coughin' out regret— So I drank instant rocket fuel and whispered, "not yet." Got oatmilk in my cup tryin' to act refined, But my nervous system's out here doin' overtime. I'm steady holdin' it together with duct tape and a prayer— While the whole damn world's like "HEY, YOU GOOD?" (nope, not there) [PRE-CHORUS] Yeah I'm doin' the most, just to do the least, Tryna keep it cute while my brain's a police. [CHORUS] I picked a helluva week to stop drinkin' When the whole wide world won't stop twitchin' Stone cold sober in the middle of this mess Tryna be a saint but i'm feelin' possessed No whiskey buffer, no numbed-out thinkin' Yeah i picked a helluva week to stop drinkin'. [VERSE 2] Cardboard chaos in the kitchen, bills up on the counter, World actin' like a bar fight with no bouncer. Phone won't quit buzzin', everybody needs a thing— I'm like "I'm outta bandwidth, I can't do everything." I'm tryin' to be peaceful, but the timeline's obscene, And my brain's like a weather app for every bad dream. Got boundaries like barbed wire wrapped in rhinestones— And I picked a helluva week to stop drinkin'. [PRE-CHORUS] Yeah I learned the hard way, I paid them dues, I can hold space — but I'm not holdin' you. [CHORUS] I picked a helluva week to stop drinkin' When the whole wide world won't stop twitchin' Stone cold sober in the middle of this mess Tryna be a saint but i'm feelin' possessed No whiskey buffer, no numbed-out thinkin' Yeah i picked a helluva week to stop drinkin'. [BRIDGE] Some nights my brain goes, "Just pour one to breathe," But I know that lie — it don't set me free. So I build that pillow fort, lock the door, stay in... Cat lookin' at me like, "Girl... You don't need to again." [FINAL CHORUS] I picked a helluva week to stop drinkin' When the whole wide world won't stop twitchin' I ain't fallin' back in that old bad rut I'm white-knucklin' reality, my head held up No whiskey buffer, no numbed-out thinkin' (hey!) Yeah i picked a helluva week to stop drinkin' But I'm still here! and I ain't quittin'! [OUTRO] (instrumental)
