Someone's trying to stretch me
And I know who it is
It's not just one person
There's a few people trying to stretch me
I guess this is how it happens
How it unfolds
And how it tightens
And unravels - like this
The phone calls create a constant ring
Everything is either being done now
Or will be done later
It's one big list
Even the things that we crave
Can one day happen
And one day become a drag
Every day happens one day
A lot to say
And not enough time to say it
Too much time spent
Saying the other things
Like being stretched
Stretched,
Stressed,
And messed
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