Too Much

You are overbearing, too pushy, always want things your way Because of that you are never welcomed where you wish to stay Too many cooks spoil the soup You are the one to disrupt a group You think everything isn't complete unless you give it a final touch You are what they call too much Two's a company three's a crowd A third wheel makes it unbalanced and loud There comes a point when enough is enough Every hand in poker you try to bluff The invites come from your own mind If you sat back and waited for them, you would be catching up with Father Time You say you just want to be everyone's best friend, that is your crutch Even drowning them with good intentions can be too much There are parties you could actually be invited to Unfortunately Sherlock Holmes is dead and with him are the clues So sit back and taste the sourness of your own Fruit Punch Maybe then you will learn to tone it down and know when it's too much