let the light in and fold up the blinds
this small part of my brain starts to speak
"get up and spit out the pills"
you can make it through the day
mhm
panic attacks, or is it my anxiety tracks?
and I close my doors cuz It's getting harder to breathe when the music starts to play
and i'm starting to spiral but I guess you can't see
we've been getting older- haven't we?
passing the time looking for signs
but the stars won't speak to me
.
.

i don't want to let the fear eat me up
but It's eating me up
and everyone's swimming in the river now
but I can't even get close to it
everytime I thought...