Anxiety

(альбом: Insert Genre Here - 2017)

And here comes my anxiety
Making me think of everything
'Cause every possibility
Just may come true in front of me
In a perfect world
Everything just works
And everything fits in the box
And nothing really hurts
In a perfect world
Nothing needs to be
Predictable or blemish free
So can't I rescue me

I'm locked inside and I can't breathe
I'm stuck in the middle
Feel the walls closing in on me
And I just don't know what to be
I guess I think too much
I guess I just can't see

Walking down the street
Everybody's watching me
Going to a place
Well maybe the last time I leave
Stranger next to me
Possibly escapee
And anything I ingest
Could maybe poison me
Don't trust a perfect song
'Cause perfect people always mess things up
The thing about the world is that it's always slightly off
'Cause a perfect world is just too much

I'm locked inside and I can't breathe
I'm stuck in the middle
Feel the walls closing in on me
And I just don't know what to be
I guess I think too much
I guess I just can't see