"Arg, this is so complicated"

i dropped the egg timer of fate
and now i'm slipping on the sands of time
that are spread all over my kitchen floor
this is a complicated, not very clear way of saying
i fess up, i messed up, i have regrets too you know
my apologies to you if you have grievances against me
but look, i'm sweeping up all the sand
and dumping it outside
tossing my problems where they deserve to go
i'm not impressed by them; no, i'm not scared
i don't know what you've heard, but it probably wasn't what i've been telling myself

"you're tall, you're tall
you have good hair, well fitting underwear
you're lucky in this life, who wouldn't want to be you?"
besides me, right?