Wake up, wake up, at the bottom of the stairs,
Laid out prone, so vividly unaware,
Punctured out neural tissue, what can it be, to be so unhappy, to be unhappy
It's anxiety, and it's tearing you to shreds,
Don't die yet, baby, you forgot to make the beds,
It's anxiety, and it's really gonna kill you,
It's anxiety, killing you like slow poison
Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, oh woe is me
Now something, it's got a hold on, bring in the night,
Breathe on the lines, I would love to be paralyzed,
What is the matter, what can it be,
To be so unhappy, to be unhappy,
Maybe you got the rabies and maybe you got the flu,
But you can't try to fix it, 'cause you don't know what to do
Anxiety, and it's really gonna kill you
Anxiety, killing you like very slow poison
Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety