The Blame Anxiety - A Day at the Fair
You can cut to the bone with all my angry obsessions
All these chalky happy pills and their consequences
Am I done with sleeping
Am I done with waking up
And I'm tired of thinking
That I've taken to much into my apologies
And lucid dreams and f**ked up thinking
I bleed inside
I fear my life
I wake and I hide
I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits
And agoraphobic dreams of happiness
You can cut to the f**king point of how I'm so frustrated
As you strip away this fear and you sand and paint it
Am I done with drinking
Am I done with waking up
And I'm tired of thinking
That I've taken to much into all I want to be
This ghost of me is far from leaving
I dig inside
I fear my life
I wake and I hide
I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits
And agoraphobic dreams of happiness
I feel claustrophobic thinking
That my skin is a prison in itself
You want to share my cell
I bleed inside
I fear my life
I wake and I hide
I'll lose what I'll find
I bleed inside
I fear my life
I wake and I hide
I'll lose what I'll find