This old, sick, familiar feeling
Well, it keeps me up at night
It makes me question my own instincts
And it rattles my insides
I can't stop staring at the ceiling
Or retracing days' events
Each step examined from all angles
Until there's nothing left
I just can't help but think
How every ending might turn out
Peace of mind's been abandoned
Replaced with gnawing doubt
This old, sick, familiar feeling
Has replaced long nights of sleep
I search for some type of distraction
But there's none that I can see
I just can't help but think
How every ending might turn out
Peace of mind's been abandoned
Replaced with gnawing doubt