Are you still listening to me?
Stumbling while I speak
Too anxious and too freaked out
To say exactly what I think

I'll try to calm down, get a fucking grip
Calming isn't calming when life keeps crushing it
And I don't know how it's supposed to be
When every bad thing feels like it's about me

And I don't know how it's supposed to be
When every bad thing feels like it's about me

I'm freaked out to say any more
Banging on my bedroom floor
Honestly, honestly I'm bored
But maybe it's alright
Thinking through all those sleepless nights
But it's not alright
I've grown anxious throughout my life

But it's not all bad

Are you still listening to me?
Stumbling while I speak
Too anxious and too frеaked out
To say exactly what I think