The words, they follow me everywhere
Most times they make no sense
Might be from voices I heard
Or from birds on my fence
Sometimes too many words
Like side effects from drug ads
Sometimes one word over and over
Slips underneath the goalie pads
The words, they keep my eyes moving
My ears twitching
My legs jimmying
My back tightening
Those are the worry words
What if, what if, what if
I need the words that turn the corners of my lips upwards
It'll be good, it'll be fine, of course you can
Sit back and relax
Enjoy the flight
We've got it from here
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