You seem bothered by everything I do,
You cook dinner and i eat all the food,
I try to do the dishes, but never when you need me to,
I sit to console you but am still in the way.
This might all just be in my mind,
Would you like your eggs scrambled or fried?,
Fried is my brain whenever I try,
Trying is my failure, making me frayed.
Anxiety, depression, what else can I list?,
My plans for our life should be nothing but bliss,
I just wanna lay here and give you a kiss,
Yet here I jump and drift into the bay.