[Verse 1]
It’s my eighth birthday
The bathroom floor is spinning in swirls in my eyes at the school
Where I’m afraid again…of God knows what
At least I don’t need my earmuffs no more
The world’s so loud it’s impossible to ever get bored
Yet I’m still crying, can’t seem to get a grip, can’t seem to handle it

[Chorus]
Well there ain’t much time for resting
I have a lot of worry on my plate
Everyone tells me “take it easy”
“C'mon Sarah, It’s great to be 8
Ain’t it great to be 8?”

[Verse 2]
But I got too many ideas
And I can’t seem to get through to them
I can’t seem to get my fingertips to flow on this guitar
The rеst of the kids are painting rainbows and running in the schoolyard
How do thеy not care who they are?
Like me…
Oh, God made me different
I mean, he filled me with grief
I’m having an existential crisis at 15 watching myself on TV
I hope the rest of my summer camp doesn’t hear me scream
[Chorus]
Well there ain’t much time for resting
God put a lot of worry on my plate
Everyone tells me “take it easy”
You should be basking in the fame
Now everybody knows your name

[Verse 3]
I’m gonna get the hell off of Long Island
And go straight to the SF bay
I’m gonna pick up a real bad habit and drink every night and all damn day
But at least I’m not locking myself in the bathroom anymore
Spilling water on my head, and banging it against the door
At least I know who I am

[Chorus]
Well there ain’t much time for resting
God put a lot of worry on my plate
Everyone tells me “take it easy”
Drink this, you’ll feel OK
Smoke this, you’ll feel OK

[Bridge]
Didn’t think I’d be here at 25, didn’t even think I’d be alive
Still, got so much panic in my mind, is that all there is to life?
[Chorus]
I need to make time for resting
And push the worry off my plate
I need to learn to take it easy
Tell me is this my fate?
Well, I want it a different way
Tell me is this my fate?
I want it a different way
I need it a different way