[Verse 1] Golden arches, drive-thru line Ordered large, but something's not fine Medium fries in my bag, what a surprise Can't turn back now, didn't realize [Chorus] Medium fries, not what I paid for Can't go back, can't ignore Anxiety's grip, spectrum's maze Trapped in a french fry haze [Verse 2] Phone call's daunting, can't find the words Gas tank's low, nerves disturbed Time ticks by, opportunity fades All for some potato blades [Repeat Chorus] [Bridge] It's more than food, it's peace of mind Simple task, complex bind Wish I could say how I feel inside Instead, these feelings just subside [Final Chorus] Medium fries, not what I paid for Can't go back, can't ignore Small potatoes in the grand scheme But for me, it's hard to redeem
