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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sara Bareilles
Sara Bareilles
Performer
Jeff Richmond
Jeff Richmond
Piano
Monica Davis
Monica Davis
Violin
Jocelin Pan
Jocelin Pan
Viola
Adele Stein
Adele Stein
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sara Bareilles
Sara Bareilles
Composer
Jeff Richmond
Jeff Richmond
Vocal Arranger
Meredith Scardino
Meredith Scardino
Composer
Anna Drezen
Anna Drezen
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Richmond
Jeff Richmond
Producer
Hanan Rubinstein
Hanan Rubinstein
Vocal Producer
Jack Grabow
Jack Grabow
Mixing Engineer
Maor Appelbaum
Maor Appelbaum
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm afraid of heights, afraid of tryin' I'm afraid I might have been a little stupid to write this song I'm afraid that during high winds The stop sign will uproot and decapitate me Or that I might thrive on to Scientology I'm afraid that after I die Someone will have sex with my dead body And be like, "Not worth it" I'm afraid I could raise a son who'd get radicalized on Reddit Or that he'll Back to the Future, and I'll think he's hot I'm afraid that I'll accidentally text a pic of my vagina to my dad And I'm afraid that on Ancestry.com I might find out I have a bunch of half siblings And they'll want to be in my life I'm afraid that if I got an awful disease, I wouldn't be brave I'd just be a bitch and be mean or if I needed еmergency heart surgеry The doctor would go, "Hello nipple hair" Sometimes I'm afraid to hold a new baby What if I lose control of my arms for a second? And throw it at the ceiling fan or something like that Can't I trust my arms? And I'm afraid, that under every bus stop is a sinkhole of rats And I'm afraid, they lie about expiration dates and my hummus is just fungus And afraid that the second I leave town, I'll get a UTI Why can't they just sell those pills over the counter? I don't need a doctor I know exactly what it is Oh, back to my kid, I have more stuff about him I only breastfed for four months, is he gonna be a bond trader? And I'm afraid that if I'm lucky enough to be 80 I'll be one of those ladies who's entire scalp is visible when the sun shines through her salmon colored hair And I'm afraid that someone will find out that I memorize all the words to Macklemore's "Thrift Shop" Or that I bought seven seasons of The Mentalist And of course, I'm afraid that somewhere, deep inside of me, is a lost tampon Where did you go? Where did you go? I am afraid
Writer(s): Jeff Richmond, Sara Beth Bareilles, Anna Drezen, Meredith Scardino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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