Homeschool Prom King - Anxiety: A Love Story

Anxiety, why do you love me?
You know how to fuck me in just the right way

I'm not a stable individual
My mind is nowhere near dirigible
If you spent time with me, you would be blind not to see
I'm not reliably predictable
Fuck life, I wish I was invisible
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 the 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 temperature's 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

Written by:
Philip Taylor

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