Dodging dried vomit on the sidewalk as I walk
I´m singing some stupid song I heard on the radio
Strolling down the most important street in Nashville

Holding in my left hand the weak man´s hammer
I always keep an extra set of nails in case I break one
But nothing ever seems to get broken in my world

That´s just the problem with me these days
I´m walking on eggshells
Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right
I don´t know how to get help
I´m walking on eggshells

And I can´t feel a thing
And nothing ever happens to me

Nothing in this world it seems can sweep me off my feet
Everything´s amazing, but only in theory
Someone help me cause I´m losing it quietly

That´s just the problem with me these days
I´m walking on eggshells
Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right
I don´t know how to get help
And everything is perfect
But nothing ever moves me
Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right
Give me feathers or give me nails
I´m walking on eggshells

You might be the one for me but I will never know
I can´t fall in love if I´ve fallen asleep
Will I ever wake up?
I´m walking on eggshells

Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right
I don´t know how to get help
And everything is perfect
But nothing ever moves me
Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right
Give me feathers or give me nails
I´m walking on eggshells

Give me feathers or give me nails
I´m walking on eggshells

Everything is perfect
I can´t feel a thing
Everything is perfect