© 2026 Molly Bern She stacks it up like Jenga towers, Waters everybody's flowers, Birthdays and bills past due, Smiling so he had no clue, Spinning plates with borrowed powers, Not dropping one for countless hours. Too much plate and not enough tank, Put some sanity in the bank, She's not mad, she's tired, that's all, Her strengths up against the wall. So stack it up, stack it up tall, God forbid she lets one fall, She's everyone's everything, They won't forgive anything. Two hundred things, not one is done, The point went missing, so did the fun, Did she sign up for this? Whose fault? She reached for sweet and tasted salt, Round and round, a race unwon, Tired of being everyone. Too much plate and not enough tank, Put some sanity in the bank, She's not mad, she's tired, that's all, Before she's up against the wall. So stack it up, stack it up tall, God forbid she lets one fall, She's everyone's everything, They won't forgive anything. Can she put one down? Will everyone flail and drown? She's the end-all, be-all, What if she lets one fall? [Build, hopeful] So she sets one down, stifles a cry, And the sky stays up, and the sea stays dry, Nothing falls, and no one drowns, And the world just keeps on spinning round. Less on her plate, more in the tank, She put her sanity in the bank, She's not mad, she's rested, that's all, And she's nowhere near the wall. She set one down, she let one fall, And the sky stayed up, and that was all, She's still everyone's everything, They forgave her anything.
