Musical Chairs

It'd probably be beautiful there If I could get a spot with these musical chairs Is this what its come to More hoops to jump through Another race to finish Another ribbon I can run through Is this what it has to be Another almost triumph turned tragedy Somebody asked me why I never smile for a camera I've been trying to be better, keep it mild with the manners If only I could take out this Goliath with a dagger And not have to build a house with just screwdrivers and a hammer Why's everything gotta be so tough, gotta be so hard, gotta be so nuts Try to be strong all dieseled up, but it only gets worse two or threefold yup I'm sick of the players and sick of the games People that change in the wickedest ways Sick of the fellas and sick of the dames All by myself in the thick of it dang I'm thriving though, cause I'm fine alone My vibe be cold, twenty-five below My bones are frozen my soul turned into an icicle I don't like it though Yo, I'm not the same person I once was I'm not the same version you once loved Way more aggravated, jaded, hatred in the cadence Don't matter what I say it's never perfect enough cause My own criticism is the worst Ain't too many like me can hit me where it hurts Killed an ego big enough cant into a hearse Try to pull myself up, exorcise the curse Breakups lead to a breakdown Wake up wanting to lay down Got a bunch of stuff I should get off my chest Not much I really wanna say now For so long I've been in a hurry going nowhere Lately I don't care No friends, no fun, and frankly it's no fair Why you turn the music off when there's no chairs I might never shine as bright as I'd like to I might never have a mask people can't be seeing right through I'm forthcoming about my shortcomings and flaws When I stumble and fall right in front of you all I wonder if I'd rather feel nothing at all Than the hurt that I feel when nobody applauds Ahh dawg, I'm kinda feeling sad and emo Cause I'm really good at bringing out the bad in people Trying to fight it, try as I might Never been one to be finding the light The older I get and the colder I get I wanna go hide when anxiety strikes Panic stricken, manic-isms, got my own abandoned prison The body is a temple there's emotional vandalism Going on, like every time I wrote a song Cause everything that makes me feel good Well, I know it's wrong Clearly, I need somebody near me To tell me when I'm right, when I'm wrong, when I've nearly lost it When I've gone off my rocker Never been the sharpest crayon in the coloring box but It wasn't always this way, I don't know what's gotten into me Lord give me strength give me serenity Breakups lead to a breakdown Wake up wanting to lay down Got a bunch of stuff I should get off my chest Not much I really wanna say now For so long I've been in a hurry going nowhere Lately I don't care No friends, no fun, and frankly it's no fair Why you turn the music off when there's no chairs It'd probably be beautiful there If I could get a spot with these musical chairs Yea It'd probably be beautiful there If I could get a spot with these musical chairs Get it It'd probably be beautiful there If I could get a spot with these musical chairs Yea It'd probably be beautiful there If I could get a spot with these musical chairs UH HUH