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    Everythings amazing, but only in theory    Someone help me cause Im 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