Krewella - Anxiety

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

[Arrested Youth]
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