Anxiety, why do you love me?
You know how to touch me in just the right way
I'm not a stable individual
My mind is nowhere near dirigible
If you spend time with me you would be blind not to see
I'm not reliably predictable, not quite entirely despicable
At least some of the time you could believe that I'm fine
There's an opening for a voice of reason
The last one got his head cut off for committing treason
Get your rifles out, it's time for open season
The next one gets his head blown off as soon as someone sees him
Pessimist, I am the worst at this
And I do not see things getting better
The temperatures dropping and I need a sweater
It's so cold
I'm alone with all my thoughts like a barrel of rot
It's so cold, I'm alone
It's so cold
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Anxiety, why do you love me?
You know how to touch me in just the right way
I'm not a stable individual
My mind is nowhere near dirigible
If you spend time with me you would be blind not to see
I'm not reliably predictable, not quite entirely despicable
At least some of the time you could believe that I'm fine
There's an opening for a voice of reason
The last one got his head cut off for committing treason
Get your rifles out, it's time for open season
The next one gets his head blown off as soon as someone sees him
Pessimist, I am the worst at this
And I do not see things getting better
The temperatures dropping and I need a sweater
It's so cold
I'm alone with all my thoughts like a barrel of rot
It's so cold, I'm alone
It's so cold
You know how to touch me in just the right way
I'm not a stable individual
My mind is nowhere near dirigible
If you spend time with me you would be blind not to see
I'm not reliably predictable, not quite entirely despicable
At least some of the time you could believe that I'm fine
There's an opening for a voice of reason
The last one got his head cut off for committing treason
Get your rifles out, it's time for open season
The next one gets his head blown off as soon as someone sees him
Pessimist, I am the worst at this
And I do not see things getting better
The temperatures dropping and I need a sweater
It's so cold
I'm alone with all my thoughts like a barrel of rot
It's so cold, I'm alone
It's so cold
Writer: Philip Taylor
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