Swell In My Gut

These problems weigh way more than a ton
You can tell by the hunch in my shoulders
Plus the swell in my gut
How do I solve them, or at least absolve one?
I swallow a pill and keep the doors shut

I express this to listeners, to my parents, psychiatrist and coworkers
But I get treated like I'm no further from
A lone goat herder without a cane, stripped of his tongue

This mundane ho-hum struggles to retain relationships
With a positive outcome
Attempts to do so are rarely gratified
Complacency tends to leave the unsung unsatisfied

The weight of the world is getting heavier
Dishes are piling up, let alone the weather sucks
I ain't smiling as much as ordinarily
This introverted side is escalating at a rate that's sorta scaring me

The hair on my head is falling out
Approaching 42, getting closer 50 dismays me
Yet I'll still crawl out of bed today
With a mouthful to say before my heart starts to palpitate

I try to do the right thing but you never know what the night'll bring
It starts with engines idling, exhaust fumes, then a tire screech
Gears grind... desires vs. needs
As an ominous automaton babbles on from the driver's seat

It takes one to know one when neither know which road they're on
I'm the hominid and he's the opposite of kind to me
With pessimistic put downs rock bottomless
I curl up like a nautilus to pretend to look like I'm asleep

See, tonight I'm feeling kind of weak
In this time of need, his words sting worse than a hive of bees
Permanent ink within his quotes cannot be washed away with soap
Should've been slept on for an entire week

I've got 99 problems... if I could just kick one
A less wicked state would this way come
A single solution to bring a new day's sun
And a path to resolve the other 98 of 'em

99 problems, if I could just kick one!
A less wicked state would this way come
A single solution to bring a new day's sun
And a path to resolve the other 98 of 'em

These problems weigh way more than a ton
You can tell by the hunch in my shoulders
Plus the swell in my gut
I'm carrying a lot of weight here
But who isn't getting older soon to lie belly up?

These problems are most definitely first world
You can tell by the way I keep talking about the first girl
I kissed... like this, muah!
Still feeling it appropriate to continue this blog!

I let the past prevail, inviting this fog
With the saltiest of thoughts
Can you offer any sentiment?
Drawing conclusions in an office like Tom
As Milton's dissolutions burn Initech to sediment

I still cold call, slobbering like an old dog all Hooch to Turner
A putrid cig burner
Being spoon-fed concoctions promising to make me think further
But nopes... A quantum conundrum, rocking the boat
Someone toss me a rope, this spoonful weighs a ton