On an anxiety trip, I've got this feeling my brain won't let it slip.

My feet are glued to the floor, I've got too much but I'm always needing more.

I would die for, I would die for, I would die for the chance to feel alive.

I can't stop myself from calling you.

Just another long night to get through.

Yeah, I've got a lot to explain.

Yeah, made all the same mistakes.

Full of hate, full of existential dread, full of words I never said.

You can't go back, you can't go back.

Can't control my health from falling through

Just another long night needing you

Full of hate, full of existential dread, full of words I never said.

You can't go back, you can't go back.

I tried to find myself but I found someone else and now I know I'm out of time.

If I could find myself, like everybody else I'd take it slow. Is that a crime?

I couldn't trust myself, or anybody else. I'm paranoid.