Worry Wart Wanders Willingly into Wormhole
I’m a worrier.
And a bit of a warrior.
I’m best at fretting,
betting on disaster
Planning on piss-all.
I’m cautious, meticulous
Heavy planning with a lust for passion,
Always looking for some heavier petting.
Worrying gives me control.
I anticipated that!
That’s how I roll.
If I claim I saw it coming, then I don’t get upset.
I know my worst traits,
You don’t have to tell me.
You can point out my basic flaws
It won’t unsettle me,
I’m way ahead of you honey.
There isn’t anything new anyone could chuck
I’m just like all the others you’ve labeled as
USDA b label, Taco Bell gourmet shitfuck.
I used to worry I was doing everything
Incorrectly. But now I understand
That you’re all wrong, and all this worrying
Has got me sprung.
I guess this is anxiety.
This is my response to being more of
What they told me to be.
I used to worry I wasn’t enough,
Now I worry I’m not even me.
Haha, whatever. I’ll shrug it off, act tough
As if love wasn’t rough enough
I’ve got to wrestle myself to the ground
She won’t submit and he won’t sit down
The best part about being an anxious fuck
Is the joyous and masturbatory nature
Of all this eternal worry.