Verse 1
You texted “okay”, now it’s all I can see,
Reading between lines that don’t even exist.
Was it too short? Was it meant differently?
Or am I arguing with thoughts I just invented?
I read it back another twenty times,
Searching for a crack inside your words.
My brain’s a courtroom full of theories,
Every silence gets what it deserves.
You looked away for half a second,
Now I’m wondering what you saw.
Did I laugh a little too loudly?
Did I break some social law?
Pre-Chorus
Everybody says, “You’re overthinking.”
Like I don’t already know.
If I could switch my mind off for a minute,
Believe me… I’d let it go.
Chorus
I’m a professional overthinker,
Making mountains out of dust.
Turning “see you later” into
“You don’t love me anymore” because…
My mind writes stories I never asked for,
Casting people in made-up scenes.
Winning arguments that never happened,
Living inside “what if?” dreams.
I’m a professional overthinker,
I should probably get paid.
If anxiety was an occupation,
I’d retire by twenty-eight.
Verse 2
Remember that joke I made last Friday?
Nobody else remembers it now.
But I’m awake at two in the morning
Wondering why I said it out loud.
One awkward wave they didn’t notice,
One missed call, one changed routine.
Suddenly I’ve solved the mystery
Of something that didn’t mean a thing.
Every “…” feels like a warning.
Every pause becomes goodbye.
My imagination loves to whisper,
And my logic rarely gets a mic.
Pre-Chorus
I know the truth is probably simple,
But simple’s never where I start.
My brain would rather build a maze
Than walk the straightest path.
Chorus
I’m a professional overthinker,
Reading chapters from one page.
Turning tiny little moments
Into centre-stage debates.
You blinked twice… was that intentional?
You sighed… should I be concerned?
I swear my brain deserves an Oscar
For the scripts it’s never earned.
I’m a professional overthinker,
Queen of worst-case fantasy.
Half the battles that exhaust me
Only happen mentally.
Bridge
Maybe you’re just tired.
Maybe you’re just late.
Maybe not every closed door
Means somebody walked away.
Maybe people aren’t dissecting
Every single thing I do.
Maybe they’re just living life…
The way I wish I could.
Final Chorus
I’m a professional overthinker,
But I’m learning something new.
Not every silence hides a secret,
Not every fear comes true.
I’ll still read too much into messages,
Still replay yesterday.
But maybe I don’t have to believe
Every thought that comes my way.
I’m a professional overthinker.
That’s just how my mind’s wired.
But every now and then I catch myself…
And laugh before the spiral starts.
Outro
If you’re reading into this song…
You’re probably one too.
Rin
