The LORD is my shepherd.  I shall take it or leave it.
He watcheth me maketh my bed and then maketh me lie down in it.

He prepares a table before me in the presence of everyone I hated from high school
He has anointed my head with a migraine
And my cup runneth over

Onto my hands
All over the floor
Underneath the fridge

Surely anxiety and self-loathing will follow me all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of my past mistakes forever

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I shouldn’t be afraid of your guiding hand.
Why don’t you look down upon me and help me make a stand.
(James Taylor too if you’ve got enough for the band)

In short, I think you’re a really great guy
And I’ll be telling you that until the day I die
But never out loud because I’m too **** shy
It’s nothing that a nervous laugh can’t hide