I spend so much of my precious time
Worrying about how I'm gonna die
If I could just focus that energy
I would be a billionaire or a famous astrophysicist
Instead I'm writing the same boring songs about suffering
The older I get, the harder it gets
I'm crippled by my anxiety
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why do I always feel like I'm dying?
God, will it ever stop?
Someone please make it stop
Someone please help me, I'm not gonna make it
I've been spending so much of my precious time
Worrying about how my friends will die
Instead of actually hanging out with them
And I catalogue all my physical symptoms
Just in case there's something I'm missing
From what I can tell, I think I have a disease
The older I get, the harder it gets
I'm crippled by my anxiety
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why do I always feel like I'm dying?
God, will it ever stop?
Someone please make it stop
Someone please help me, I'm not gonna make it
I waste so much of my life wondering
If this world is nothing but suffering
I'm crumbling like clay in the dirt
Hoping for water but praying for worse
If I should bloom, then I'll wither
The only time I get warm is when I shiver
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why do I always feel like I'm dying?
God, will it ever stop?
Someone please make it stop
Someone please help me, I'm not gonna make it
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why do I always feel like I'm dying?
God, will it ever stop?
Someone please make it stop
Someone please help me, I'm not gonna make it
