Yeah… I don’t panic… I just plan disasters in advance… I read between the lines too much, Then rewrite what you didn’t touch. You said “okay” - I heard “we’re through”, Congrats, my brain just broke the news. I check my phone like it’s a job, Refresh, refresh - I call it “thought”. You took five minutes to reply? Cool, I planned our whole goodbye. It’s not a flaw, it’s just my style, I overthink it… all the while. I’m a professional overthinker, Turn a spark into a wildfire thinker. Make a mountain out of “hi”, Then ask myself a thousand “why”. I don’t need facts, I’ll fill the blanks, My mind deserves a million thanks. For every problem I create… That never even crossed your mind. I heard you sigh - it meant “I’m tired”, My brain went “no, you’re getting fired”. You changed your tone, just slightly low, I built a case and stole the show. I talk myself in circles tight, Win arguments you didn’t write. Then calm myself like “it’s okay”, For things that didn’t happen… yay. I make it big, I make it deep, Then lose some sleep I didn’t need. I’m a professional overthinker, Coffee-fueled conspiracy drinker. Every word’s a hidden sign, I connect dots that don’t align. I don’t need clues, I’ll improvise, Write a script behind your eyes. Plot twist ending every time… Directed fully by my mind. Maybe one day I’ll just relax… But where’s the fun in having facts? I’m a professional overthinker, Future problems pre-creator. Solve the mess before it’s real, Then celebrate the way I feel. I don’t chase peace, I chase the spin, Start a war, then try to win. If overthinking was a crime… I’d serve life… inside my mind. No worries… Everything’s fine… Probably… Maybe…
