Blame Anxiety letra

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 apologize and lucid dreams
and fogged up thinking?
I bleed inside, I fear my life.
I wake and I hide,
I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits,
an agoraphobic dream of happiness.
You can cut to the fucking point of how I'm so frustrated.
It's how you strip away these fears,
then you sand and paint them.
Am I done with drinking?
Am I done with waking up?
Cause I'm so tired of thinking,
that I've taken to much into all I want to be.
This ghost in me is far from leaving...
I feel claustrophobic thinking,
that my skin is a prison in itself.
Do you want to share my

A Day At The Fair - Letras

• And My Name's Dignan, So What?
• Another Lonely Winter
• Blame Anxiety
• Boy Is Crying
• Cinderblock
• Coda
• Darkness Washed Over The Dude
• Eastern Homes And Western Hearts
• Erasing Wilkes
• Everything I've Ever Wanted
• First Two Moons
• Grasshopper Of Waywayonda
• Here Lies Our Holiday
• Homesick Angels
• Jersey/California Life
• Kira Doesn't Care About Anything, She's A Nihilist
• Monday Morning
• Neoteny
• No Lights On Weldon
• Pale In Comparison
• Pale In Comparison
• Priscilla The Traveling Proton
• Remembering Britt
• Shoebox Greeting
• So Much For Nostalgia
• The Beautiful Double Sided Sword
• The Blame Anxiety
• The Dude Abides
• The Lost, The Lucky
• The Rocking Chair Years
• This Is Why We Don't Have Nice Things
• Who You Guna Believe, Me Or Your Lying Eyes?