Workhorse Songtext

I think about it like a sign I've been ignoring
I think it might be some type of warning
That things can get better

I'm overwhelmed and I'm feeling kinda stupid
I have my cool, but what if I lose it?
When I'm told what's good for me
I can't let people down
But no one's making a sound
Who's the workhorse now?

I call my mom, wash my sheets on my birthday
I can't think straight unlеss I'm getting paid
And I'm low on money
My head feels fuzzy
Somеtimes I think that it might be your course
Forfeit the reins, par for the course
When shit's out of my hands
Don't have to understand
I thought about it in the backseat in Portland
I thought about it like something foreign
I had the thought oh fuck it important
Things can get better

I'm overwhelmed and I'm feeling kinda stupid
I have my cool, but what if I lose it?
When I'm told what's good for me
I can't let people down
But no one's making a sound
Who's the workhorse now?

I'm worried I'll love you when I feel myself
I'm worried I'll lose myself in it
I'm worried that I'll forget who I am
I'm worried I'll forget this is just like anything

You're sweet and nice and kind to me
I'm worried this is the best version of me