Drinking from a cup half full,
Or is it half empty?
Through the final straw,
Or so I tell myself,
Time and time again,

Wearing my heart on my sleeve,
Off the cuff,
Ride one's coattails,
Or so I tell myself,
Time and time again,

Like a fish out of water,
Often a red herring,
There are better fish to fry,
Or so I tell myself,
Time and time again.