I'm so anxiety-ridden
Washing yesterday's dishes
And cringing about something I said
At a party in December
To a friend of a friend
Who probably can't even remember we met
When the dishes are finished
I get coffee in the kitchen
And I think about calling you back
And I envision at dinner
Conversation gets thinner
And you end up just calling a cab
I feel the weight of the world
But the world doesn't feel me at all
I feel the weight of the world
So I'll try to get distant
Forget you ever existed
Wind up thinking about you even more
And when I'm tired and finished
Contemplating your existence
I'll be knocking at your front door
I feel the weight of the world
But the world doesn't feel me at all
I feel the weight of the world
If there's change I'm resistant
Can't quit talking and listen
Always waiting for the worst days
I'm so anxiety-ridden
It's a miracle you didn't
Give up on me right away
