God, take this drama from me
I prayed to be of service
And now Im being consumed
My plate is full and no matter how often
I do the dishes
Im knee deep
I know, it all comes at once
From all angles
But its not mine
Tornadoes at home
Hail on the road
Hurricanes explode from the phone
I hang up and still smell the ozone
Find burn marks on my arms
Its still not mine
But Im losing my footing
Letting it go
Like bailing hay on greased ice
In flip-flops
Remind me to say I dont know
Or No
You can have everything
I just want to be able
To breathe