this mess has mass

you're a wealth of good ideas
poor timing
a bit of discouragement
keep shining

for a minute there i forgot how to get back
like the last map was tacked to my stupid back

i would never make you cry baby cry
it's just not my place to stay satisfied

in a split second it slips away so quickly
wish it good health even when you look sickly

this mess has mass
it isn't easy to see but god you feel it
missed a soft pass and you're looking at me
like i needed it

show me what you have learned now
shake it off
you know better than that so
walk it off