The bottom line is the noose around my neck

I cry “I am in over my head!”
“Shut up! Your a fish!” you reply
I've been jumping to conclusions
Like athletes over hurdles
So don't keep an eye out for me
You go ahead and keep your eye in your head

The bottom line is the noose around my neck
I am down to the wire and walking it like a tight rope
You tell me not to cry over spilled milk
But it has soured in the carpet and is all I can smell

If your going to take everything but the kitchen sink
Go ahead and take it too, you'll need to wash your filthy hands
Don't jump all over me! Do you think this is football?
I thinks its time for you move on and leave
So I can return to wondering whats so restful
About trying to catch some Z's