What’s this song about

Intro [spoken/deadpan]

This will be dry, self-aware, a little dark, and funny in the “laugh so you don’t scream” kinda way.

Just truth…

Verse 1

Woke up with a purpose, misplaced it again

Checked the time on my phone oh look, 10:17

Left early to be late, because normal is overrated

I’m not lost, just practicing chaos… highly sophisticated

Pre-Chorus

Said “just a minute,” meant forty-five

Had a thought, had a thought, watched it quietly die

Chorus

I’m doing fine don’t come too close

Everything’s held together with Post-its and ghost

Calendars full of plans I’ll never keep

And a brain that won’t shut up… or go to sleep

Verse 2

My bag’s a crime scene of good intentions

Five lip balms, zero comprehension

One sock’s alive, the other disappeared

And receipts from 2009 just mysteriously appeared

Pre-Chorus

I swear I’m listening, really, I swear

But my mind’s having a parade for thoughts that aren’t there

Chorus

I’m doing fine professionally chaotic

Emotionally loud, medically ironic

I feel everything in capital letters, no chill

Time is a suggestion, and I’m allergic to still

Bridge

Some days I move mountains fueled by spite

Other days, toast is the hardest fight

Forget what I ate, but remember your tone

Every slight, every smile, every moan

Break [spoken / half-sung, deadpan]

“Have you tried a planner?”

Yeah, I’ve got six darling.

They’re all empty.

Thanks though.

Chorus [lift, sarcastic grandeur]

I’m doing fine define “fine”

If you mean barely on time with a brilliant mind

I’m not lazy, dramatic, or hard to appease

I’m just built like this unfortunately, with ease

Outro [spoken, wry]

So if I interrupt, derail, or disappear

It’s not personal, it’s neurological, dear

I’ll show up late with a gift and a grin

Doing fine.

(Please don’t ask again.)