A Day at the Fair The Blame Anxiety Letras:
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,
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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,
Letras: The Blame Anxiety A Day at the Fair [final]