Oh what a mess, the calendar keeps screaming It’s that time when I pretend that I’m okay Long lay the year in burnout and in spirals Till coping skills all quietly decay A thrill of dread, the weary mind still turning And hope feels like a word we loosely use The soul still strains beneath the weight of living As all the past comes rushing into view Drop to your knees If you still feel dramatic Oh hear the voice That says the stress is building in my head now Oh what a mess When rest still won’t appear here Oh what a mess Oh what a mess Led by the glow of screens and obligation I drag myself from one long day to next The world insists this season heals the broken But nothing here has answered all the texts The stress has taught me how to smile politely And say “I’m fine” like that explains it all I know the words, but faith feels optional now When every night just replays what went wrong Drop to your knees Or just scroll through the feed now Oh hear the sound Of well-intended words they swear will help you Oh here we go Just breathe and count to ten slow Oh here we go Oh here we go Truly it’s time to stop pretending magic That joy arrives on cue with blinking lights The rules say peace should come if you just want it I must have missed the memo once again Stress still remains With old regrets and fear still And shame shall fade No, shame just waits and knows me very well too Oh what a wreck Please pass without a scene please Oh what a wreck Oh what a wreck
