Anxiety

I feel that I’m fairly well
I feel that I’m fairly well
I feel that I’m fairly well adjusted mostly
But I hate it when these people stand closely
Most folks just love hittin’ parties
Bust through the door, run and hug everybody
Not me; I kinda creep in slowly
Scan the room for people that know me
And if it’s none then holy crap
Somebody gotta hold me back
And if the keg is tapped then I’m on it
I mean on and on and on on it
And if you paid a little more to get the good pour
Then you know Wheelie be on it
But I don’t want to be the one that’s stuck
Head in the toilet, throwin’ up
I wander back home then I wonder what
That I did to get my head hit and thumped
Now listen I can’t relate
And you better stand back three feet away
Because my head gets red and I start to shake
And it’s clear that I got a problem, OK? cause

I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak
Human anxiety, A-A-A-Anxiety
I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak
Human anxiety, A-A-A-Anxiety

And if I gotta speak up, then I start to sweat
In a room full of people that I’ve never met
You know I’d rather be home stuck in the apartment
Cause my shirt’s now soaked through, soppin’ wet
And oh God, here we go, not again
My heart starts beatin' faster and then
I can’t breath I'm all filled with phlegm
I can’t see cause I got tunnel vision, on crack
It’s a panic attack, somebody grab me the paper sack
I knew it’d be bad when the room was packed
And now I feel myself faintin’, fallin’ back, I mean STAT
I think I need some medication
Cause I’m always in these bad situations
And I swear that I’ll be a good patient
I hate it when I gotta be sedated and complacent
Face it, I could use some therapy
Cause I always feel these people gotta stare at me
Tweakin’ like I’m on methamphetamines
This is why everybody’s always ahead of me

I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak
Human anxiety, A-A-A-Anxiety
I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak
Human anxiety, A-A-A-Anxiety

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Bring the Jackson 5 back
Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring ‘em back, everybody
Bring the Jackson 5 back
Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring ‘em back!

Now my head isn’t really that bad, is it?
My therapist told me that last visit
I have considered benefits of better livin’
But I’m givin’ up on it, I need a hand, get it?
Got it? Good tell me what I should
Do to try to repair what is wrong under my hood
Should I pay some white-suited dude
To look into the circuits of my mind?
But I need much more than a mechanic, though
I feel weird bot, yo I can’t stand it, so
I get stressed out, bout to hit panic mode
Need help, better hand me the antidote because
I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak