Anxious Racing

I'm feeling like a loaded gun
Prescribed anxiety
I'm feeling like I should have one
Excuse to feel a thing

To feel alive
It's all I'd die for

This is the end of the road
I sold it all
Time to let this go
I'm at the end of my rope
I'm told that I'm so far from home
But I won't give it up
Disassemble me

Turn it off, I'm feeling numb
I'm fading out, I'm fading fast
Turn it on, I'm warm enough
To heat things up, I can outlast
I'm ready to find out if
I can be the sound that calms your past

This is the end of the road
I sold it all
Time to let this go
I'm at the end of my rope
I'm told that I'm so far from home
But I won't give it up
Disassemble me

Why do I have to feel this way
Why can't I make this stay
Why do I have to blame myself

Woah
Woah

This is the end of the road
I sold it all
Time to let this go

Woah

This is the end of the road
I sold it all
Time to let this go
I'm at the end of my rope
I'm told that I'm so far from home
But I won't give it up
Disassemble me

I'm feeling like a loaded gun
Prescribed anxiety
I'm feeling like I should have one
Excuse to feel a thing



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Writer(s): Poeta
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