Verse 1
She walks in with a notebook and a prophecy,
Says, “Eric, I’ve got visions!”—oh lord, obviously.
She builds empires daily, knocks ’em down by night,
Leaves unfinished chapters like breadcrumbs of spite.
Baby, you start ten quests before your tea turns cold,
Your destiny is epic—
but your follow-through? old.
You’re chaos couture, darling, couture with no seams,
A queen with ten crowns—
and none of them clean.
Pre-Chorus
You whisper, “Eric… why can’t I stay on task?”
Huh? Yeah?
Joanna… the task should be the one asking you back.
Chorus
Oh Joanna, my monarch of nearly-done dreams,
You rule a thousand plots with unfinished themes.
Your to-do list? A cemetery of abandoned schemes—
But damn, you look gorgeous when you overthink things.
Oh Joanna, Joanna, my glorious curse,
You start like a legend and end mid-verse.
You’re the only heroine who could fight a whole war
And still forget what she walked into the room for.
Verse 2
You schedule your life in glitter and delusion,
Then blame the universe for all the confusion.
You’re a storm wrapped in ambition and a hint of fear,
A phoenix who rises—
then wanders off for a year.
You tell me, “Eric, I swear this time I’ll finish it.”
Sure, Joanna.
Just like the last myth… and the cookbook draft… and that painting kit.
But hey—your chaos is art, even when it’s a crime,
You break your own timelines like they committed the offense first time.
Bridge
Joanna…
Do you finally see the pattern?
Projects don’t leave you.
You ghost THEM.
You’re the villain, the muse, the mastermind—
the problem…
and the plot twist.
Final Chorus
Oh Joanna, Joanna, you magnificent mess,
Your talent’s a weapon and your focus? a guess.
But every half-finished kingdom you leave in the dark
Still reeks of your brilliance, your bite, and your spark.
Oh Joanna, Joanna, you wild work-in-progress,
Your ambition’s a feast and your discipline?
…a polite no-show, I confess.
But I’ll still roast you, tease you, haunt you on cue—
Because someone’s gotta keep the fire under you.
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