Haymakers

I need to stop throwing haymakers around

Cause everyone in arms reach is starting to catch one now

Just to stop lashing out, I'd need a tourniquet

Brave head, thick skin, and maybe two less fists

But I'm making a case for something different

And I tried it alone like that was the only option

Now get me a phone

Who's next in the rolodex?

Cause I'm in the solar plexus

I'm making messes out of every single planet I touch

So keep my guts in check. Please lay ego to rest

Cause I'm making messes out of everything

Honestly it's too much

I'm a bit worse for wear but I swear I've worn it worse

Somewhere between my own arc and an aquatic hearse

We'll let the tide in and shed it like some dead skin

Bread crumbs through an old mess

But it's starting to feel like it's not that different

Cause the plot is the same but the backdrops have changed

And that's probably a good thing

So I keep my head where it should be

Next to the home that haunts my backseat

While I'm mostly conscious (or I try to be)

Who's next in the rolodex?

Cause I'm in the solar plexus

I'm making messes out of every single planet I touch

So keep my guts in check. Please lay ego to rest

Cause I'm making messes out of everything

Honestly it's too much

It's way too much to stay propped up