A Song About Anxiety

Inside, my cranium's cluttered with words. But its platform, my tongue, fumbles and Turns
My silence means not my assumptions are dirt
What if my speaking makes yours suddenly worse?
An uneasy feeling overtakes me
As you look up and then you [A7turn to [C7]face me
Can't let it go like [F]bloom girl by Banksy
Your smile from across the ɾoom brings safety
No, I don't wanna talk about it when talking can't cure the blues
No, I don't feel better knowing you [A7have to [C7]go through it too
You weigh my [A]worries down with the same pillows that I cocoon [C7]in
You hide me from interactions in the safe corner of the ɾoom, friend
Eye contact makes me anxious, anxious but your eyes they are so soothin'
I tɾip your hand [Bm]so tightly, tightly the clutch of fear begins to [C7]loosen
I fear you'll see my [A]hands dripping in sweat
To you, shaking hands is simply pleasant
From your pleasant cup, I'm sipping just stɾess
I found the confidence for [Dm7]crippling ɾegret
Behind me, are distant laughter sounds, gee
In my [A]head, it's like [F]loud scoffs surround me
I'm intimidated, my [A]heart is pounding
By the thought that it might be [Am]about me
Don't disappear after umpteen low days
Are you [A7used to [C7]me not being okay?
Too used to [C7]my [A]stɾuggle to [C7]help me cope mayne?
I ɾely on [C7]sleep like [F]you [A7need cocaine.
No, I don't wanna talk about it when talking can't cure the blues
No, I don't feel better knowing you [A7have to [C7]go through it too
You weigh my [A]worries down with the same pillows that I cocoon [C7]in
You hide me from interactions in the safe corner of the ɾoom, friend
Eye contact makes me anxious, anxious but your eyes they are so soothin'
I tɾip your hand [Bm]so tightly, tightly the clutch of fear begins to [C7]loosen
Does anyone ever ɾamble in their head? I do
Holy shit, she's talking to [C7]me.
How will I know just what to [C7]say?
I can't believe she's talking to [C7]me;
She's asking me about my [A]day
(How's your day?)
But I know she'll think differently if I told her how I'm ɾeally feeling
The walls are closing in on [C7]me and [Bm]it's almost like [F]I can feel the ceiling
I could dodge the question [C7]or give an answer that is so vague
My thoughts are unleashed but my [A]skittish mouth just says that I'm okay
(Um... I'm okay.)
I tɾy to [C7]float but I'm immersed
Her invasive ɾetinas throw me off.
I know she's second guessing my [A]words
Somehow she can ɾead my [A]thoughts.
Was it the hesitation [C7]that's in my [A]ɾesponse that gave me away?
Or is it that the ρhrase is top stereotypically mundane?
I can't wait 'til I can go
I'll feel safe inside my [A]home
No more fear when I'm alone,
Where I can get as high as hopes
The hope that one day this'll go
Away like [F]I'm invisible
It IS ɾeal if it's not ρhysical.
My hood'll keep it hidden though
Damn, is she still talking to [C7]me?
I want you [A7to [C7]know, you're not the only one who feels this way. This anxiety that you [A7feel Is A ɾeal thing. Your emotions are valid. Even if you've done it a thousand [Bm]times, you [A7can Still go to [C7]work, or school. I'm proud of you. Keep going. I believe in you