If You Were Me

-Chorus
I feel like Willy Tea wrestling two tigers.
I feel like Barnam and B trying to advertise it.
I feel like if you were me, I would not advise it.
Oh I might not make it out of here alive.

There’s a raccoon behind the trash cans.
There’s a man in the moon.
I’m spinning plates. Gotta keep focused on my quick hands
or they’ll all come crashing down soon.

In the sky, there’s rolling thunder.
In the air, there’s a spark.
It rained so hard it’s coming up from under
the mud where I’m making my mark.

I inch ahead. It’s not futile.
I fall behind. It’s not a race.
I keep waking on the page a doodle
as an eraser falls from outer space.