Anxiety

Wake up, wake up, at the bottom of the stairs

Laid out prone, so vividly unaware

Punctured out neural tissue, what can it be, to be so unhappy, to be unhappy

It's anxiety, and it's tearing you to shreds

Don't die yet, baby, you forgot to make the beds

It's anxiety, and it's really gonna kill you

It's anxiety, killing you like slow poison

Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, oh woe is me

Now something, it's got a hold on, bring in the night

Breathe on the lines, I would love to be paralyzed

What is the matter, what can it be

To be so unhappy, to be unhappy

Maybe you got the rabies and maybe you got the flu

But you can't try to fix it, 'cause you don't know what to do

Anxiety, and it's really gonna kill you

Anxiety, killing you like very slow poison

Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety