Anxiety - Krewella

Human garbage, maybe I’m just trash

Maybe past’s the past, but I keep looking back

Let’s restart it, shit is going too fast

Let’s go way back, back

It was green like cash

Fuck the money, we can all get sad

Put my life in a bag, got a tank full of gas

Kinda funny, it don’t matter if I crash

When I’m running all the reds, oh yeah

My friends got Xannies for anxiety

Some people are allergic to sobriety

I just need something for my sanity

It’s like I’m fucking screaming, but quietly

Sometimes it’s honey down the cavity

'Cause I would rather live in a fantasy

I think I’m in love with the tragedy

I just need a fucking cure for the gravity

It’s got me going like

Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh

Human goddess, with the devil in my head

Monster underneath my bed, gotta put that shit to rest

If I’m honest, it’s like the older I get feels like I’m more of a mess

Tear my heart out my chest (I don’t remember)

I don’t remember, I don’t know when was the last time

I let this river of emotions start a landslide

I’m done suppressing this shit, it’s the realness I miss

So this pain might be bliss2

My friends got Xannies for anxiety

Some people are allergic to sobriety

I just need something for my sanity

It’s like I’m fucking screaming, but quietly

Sometimes it’s honey down the cavity

'Cause I would rather live in a fantasy

I think I’m in love with the tragedy

I just need a fucking cure for the gravity

It’s got me going like

Ooh, oo-ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh oh (woah)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh

I got this nervous condition, yeah I wish that I didn’t

'Cause there’s a riot inside of my head and I couldn’t fix it

It’s just the way that it’s been, ever since I was ten

And mom I know you always worry that I’ll lose it again

You’ve moved on and I’m still lost

Where you are fell from the start

Give me a call, I’m hanging on, I’m hanging on, I’m hanging on, I’m hanging on

Ooh, ooh, oo-ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh (ooh) ooh, oh, oh, oh

My friends got Xannies for anxiety

Some people are allergic to sobriety

I just need something for my sanity

It’s like I’m fucking screaming, but quietly, yeah

Sometimes it’s honey down the cavity

'Cause I would rather live in a fantasy

I think I’m in love with the tragedy

I just need a fucking cure for the gravity

(It's got me going like)

Ooh, ooh, oo-ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, ooh, (ooh) ooh, oh oh (woah)

Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, ooh, oh, oh