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Anxiety Cowboy
Anxiety Cowboy
I’m a nervous wreck cowboy,
Got my planner in my hand,
Overthinking every sunset,
Second-guessin’ every plan.
Gonna ride to the middle of nowhere,
But I’ll check the map five times,
Got a saddle full of what-ifs,
And a head full of signs.
I don’t shoot from the hip,
I just worry ‘til it hurts,
Got a pocket full of coping skills
And a pack of Tums in my shirt.
Anxiety cowboy,
Can’t sit still in my own skin,
Tryna lasso peace and quiet,
But the panic rides back in.
