Pick Axe
That feeling's the pick axe chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul
You can feel it at 2am
In your room screaming at the walls
You can feel it in conference halls
With people who make you feel small
You can feel it on New Years Eve
All the resolutions that never came to be
That feeling's the pick axe
Chippin' at my soul (soul)
Pointin' out the shit
That's out of my control (-trol -trol)
Takes away the best parts of me (me me)
Blame it on anxiety
That feeling's the gash that never got closed (closed)
The things that they call me
The things that they don't (don't don't)
Why do I always blame me? (Blamе me?)
Me and my anxiety
You can feel it in horror films
Scrеam (scream), cry (cry), sink (sink), swim (swim)
You can hear it in American schools
Shoot (shoot), run (run), hide (hide), (gunshot)
You can feel it on your TV
Thoughts (thoughts), prayers (prayers), vain tweets
That feeling's the pick axe
Chippin' at my soul (soul)
Pointin' out the shit
That's out of my control (-trol -trol)
Takes away the best parts of me (me me)
Blame it on anxiety
That feeling's the gash that never got closed (closed)
The things that they call me
The things that they don't (don't don't)
Why do I always blame me? (Blame me?)
Me and my anxiety
Tried and failed
To work and heal so I can grow
But I can't learn
To let go of my toxic shadow
I found comfort in chaos
Demons coddling my thoughts
Am I sane
Or is it just the world that I know
That feeling's the pick axe
Chipping at my soul
Everyday I'm diggin' deeper holes
Burying the best parts of me
Blame it on
Blame it on
That feeling's the pick axe
Chippin' at my soul
Pointin' out the shit
That's out of my control (woah)
Takes away the best parts of me (of me me)
Blame it on anxiety
That feeling's the gash that never got closed (woah)
The things that they call me
The things that they don't (waoh)
Why do I always blame me? (Oh woah)
Me and my anxiety
(The feeling's the pick axe chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul)
Me and my anxiety (woah)
(The feeling's the pick axe chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul)
Me and my anxiety
(The feeling's the pick axe chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul)
Me and my anxiety
(The feeling's the pick axe chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul)
Me and my anxiety
Chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul
You can feel it at 2am
In your room screaming at the walls
You can feel it in conference halls
With people who make you feel small
You can feel it on New Years Eve
All the resolutions that never came to be
That feeling's the pick axe
Chippin' at my soul (soul)
Pointin' out the shit
That's out of my control (-trol -trol)
Takes away the best parts of me (me me)
Blame it on anxiety
That feeling's the gash that never got closed (closed)
The things that they call me
The things that they don't (don't don't)
Why do I always blame me? (Blamе me?)
Me and my anxiety
You can feel it in horror films
Scrеam (scream), cry (cry), sink (sink), swim (swim)
You can hear it in American schools
Shoot (shoot), run (run), hide (hide), (gunshot)
You can feel it on your TV
Thoughts (thoughts), prayers (prayers), vain tweets
That feeling's the pick axe
Chippin' at my soul (soul)
Pointin' out the shit
That's out of my control (-trol -trol)
Takes away the best parts of me (me me)
Blame it on anxiety
That feeling's the gash that never got closed (closed)
The things that they call me
The things that they don't (don't don't)
Why do I always blame me? (Blame me?)
Me and my anxiety
Tried and failed
To work and heal so I can grow
But I can't learn
To let go of my toxic shadow
I found comfort in chaos
Demons coddling my thoughts
Am I sane
Or is it just the world that I know
That feeling's the pick axe
Chipping at my soul
Everyday I'm diggin' deeper holes
Burying the best parts of me
Blame it on
Blame it on
That feeling's the pick axe
Chippin' at my soul
Pointin' out the shit
That's out of my control (woah)
Takes away the best parts of me (of me me)
Blame it on anxiety
That feeling's the gash that never got closed (woah)
The things that they call me
The things that they don't (waoh)
Why do I always blame me? (Oh woah)
Me and my anxiety
(The feeling's the pick axe chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul)
Me and my anxiety (woah)
(The feeling's the pick axe chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul)
Me and my anxiety
(The feeling's the pick axe chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul)
Me and my anxiety
(The feeling's the pick axe chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul
Chippin' at my soul)
Me and my anxiety
Credits
Writer(s): Haley Faye Rosenthal, Irini Zoee Kaffenes
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