Hell Is in Your Head

I spend so much of my precious time worrying about how I'm going to 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 hard 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

I catalog all of my physical symptoms just in case there is something I'm missing.

From what I can tell I think I have a disease.

The older I get the hard 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 into dirt hoping for water but praying for worse.

If I should bloom then I'll wither

The only time I get warmth 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