Dodging dried vomit on the sidewalk as I walk

Im singing some stupid song I heard on the radio

Strolling down the most important street in Nashville

Holding in my left hand the weak mans hammer

I always keep an extra set of nails in case I break one

But nothing ever seems to get broken in my world

Thats just the problem with me these days

Im walking on eggshells

Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right

I dont know how to get help

Im walking on eggshells

And I cant feel a thing

And nothing ever happens to me

Nothing in this world it seems can sweep me off my feet

Everythings amazing, but only in theory

Someone help me cause Im losing it quietly

Thats just the problem with me these days

Im walking on eggshells

Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right

I dont know how to get help

And everything is perfect

But nothing ever moves me

Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right

Give me feathers or give me nails

Im walking on eggshells

You might be the one for me but I will never know

I cant fall in love if Ive fallen asleep

Will I ever wake up?

Im walking on eggshells

Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right

I dont know how to get help

And everything is perfect

But nothing ever moves me

Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right

Give me feathers or give me nails

Im walking on eggshells

Give me feathers or give me nails

Im walking on eggshells

Everything is perfect

I cant feel a thing

Everything is perfect