I'm so worried to be alone
And it's too late to drive you home
I'm awake in my miserable dream
And it won't let go of me
And it won't let go of me

I'm so worried to be alive
Lie awake in my miserable mind
'Cause I think that I'm starting to tell
That I'm hurling, I'm twirling
I'm drifting away into the arena of the unwell

Can you tell?
Can you tell?
I'm so unwell

I'm so worried to be myself
In the age of the personal hell
But I know that I'm doing it right
When I'm screaming, I'm gnawing
I'm drifting away and I'm losing my goddamn mind

Can you tell?
Can you see?
Please, God, help me