[Lyrics] [Intro — dry] (Everything’s fine. I’m just… winging my whole existence.) [Verse 1] woke up with the confidence of someone who clearly didn't read the directions. I answer (questions) nobody asked like I’ve already won, and calling every wrong turn a step in my intentions. brain keeps pitchin' ideas like a busted vending machine, half genius, half lawsuit, with a grin no one should trust. turn total disaster into somethin' almost clean, then act like I planned the chaos and rose from the dust. [Chorus] I swear I’m functioning, just not in the way anyone intended. I’m held together by impulse choices and whatever I last pretended. [Verse 2] tried to be calm, but my thoughts filed a complaint, then unionized and asked for better working conditions. Now I’m bargaining with myself, precise and faint, I’m two lawyers fightin for custody of my decisions. keep telling people I’m “figuring it out,” but hey, I’m pickin' what feels funniest tonight. If the universe wants details, it can worry about the doubt, I’ll keep winging it till the timing feels right. [Chorus] I swear I’m functioning, just not in the way anyone intended. I’m held together by impulse choices and whatever I last pretended. [Bridge — spoken] (I don’t need help… I need a stunt double.) [Final Chorus] I swear I’m functioning, just not in the way anyone intended. I’m held together by impulse choices and whatever I last pretended.
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