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The Blame Anxiety
(album: The Rocking Chair Years)
You can cut to the bone with, all my angry obsessions,
All these chalky happy pills, and their consequences,
Am I done with sleeping?
Am I done with waking up?
And I´m tired of thinking,
That I´ve taken to much into my apologies, and lucid dreams, and fucked up thinking,
I bleed inside,
I fear my life,
I wake and I hide,
I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits, and agoraphobic dreams of happiness,
You can cut to the fucking point, of how I´m so frustrated,
As you strip away this fear, and you sand and paint it,
Am I done with drinking?
Am I done with waking up?
And I´m tired of thinking,
That I´ve taken to much into all I want to be, this ghost of me is far from leaving,
I dig inside,
I fear my life,
I wake and I hide,
I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits, and agoraphobic dreams of happiness,
I feel claustrophobic thinking,
That my skin is a prison in itself,
You want to share my cell?
I bleed inside,
I fear my life,
I wake and I hide,
I´ll lose what I´ll find,
I bleed inside,
I fear my life,
I wake and I hide,
I´ll lose what I´ll find,
