Dodging dried vomit on the sidewalk as I walk Im singing some stupid song I heard on the radio Strolling down the most important street in Nashville
Holding in my left hand the weak mans hammer I always keep an extra set of nails in case I break one But nothing ever seems to get broken in my world
Thats just the problem with me these days Im walking on eggshells Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right I dont know how to get help Im walking on eggshells
And I cant feel a thing And nothing ever happens to me
Nothing in this world it seems can sweep me off my feet Everythings amazing, but only in theory Someone help me cause Im losing it quietly
Thats just the problem with me these days Im walking on eggshells Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right I dont know how to get help And everything is perfect But nothing ever moves me Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right Give me feathers or give me nails Im walking on eggshells
You might be the one for me but I will never know I cant fall in love if Ive fallen asleep Will I ever wake up? Im walking on eggshells
Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right I dont know how to get help And everything is perfect But nothing ever moves me Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right Give me feathers or give me nails Im walking on eggshells
Give me feathers or give me nails Im walking on eggshells
Everything is perfect I cant feel a thing Everything is perfectTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
