Left Of The Dial Worrywart
What are we so afraid of?
All of this worry is weighing on me
Can't keep up, can't keep up, can't keep up
If you are afraid then you don't believe we can control who we can become
I'm constantly letting the stress get the best of me
My check's not as high as I needed it to be
Lock your doors because the criminals roam free
The criminals are you and me
I take a look at the earth and wonder
Why I succumb to the stress I'm under
When I am nothing in the spectrum of time
My complaints are just worthless chatter
Just how much do my problems matter?
Who the f..ck am I?
