Managing

My hands threw up my heart but where's the catch
I'm in my home alone and never meant for that
I'm busier than ever and that's a fact
I'm flippin the checkbooks like an acrobat
...that's really good at math

They come to the backroom with all these questions
Like "boss, what is the new directive?"
New faces out the blue, "can i speak to management?"
Then they ask me how i'm doin

I'm managing
I'm managing

Dear god i'm velcro with attachment
I wear my heart on my sleeves
But lately i try to hide em with a jacket
But maybe it's just a part of me
And maybe i'm a little hard on me

New faces out the blue ask about the wreckage
"there's no progress in your process
It's blatant you're hostage, so what is your message"

I'm managing
I'm managing



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