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anxiety looks pretty on you
C
Crimson Moon 8939
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1760530278
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2:44
male
acoustic punk vibe
acoustic punk vibe but catchy
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Verse 1
She bites her lip when she’s thinking too hard,
Wears her sleeves down long to cover up scars.
Stutters when she orders her coffee black,
Leaves the café, then turns right back.
Hates the silence but hates the noise,
Talks in a whisper, laughs like a voice
That’s been trying to scream since second grade —
But she still shows up, come what may.
Pre-Chorus
And I see her walking through the static,
Like a song that’s messed up but magic —
I never knew nerves could look like truth
‘Til I met her… now here’s the proof:
Chorus
anxiety looks pretty on you,
Like shaky hands still painting the view.
Like panic dressed up in vintage shoes —
Yeah, you're breaking, but you're breaking through.
You say you're a mess, but I see art,
A punk-rock ballad with a porcelain heart.
anxiety looks pretty on you,
Even if you don’t think it’s true.
Verse 2
She memorized the exit signs,
Counts her steps to kill the time.
Hums old songs from middle school,
Can’t swim but jumps into every pool.
Carries a notebook no one sees,
Filled with fears and poetry.
Thinks the world will laugh her away —
But I’ve never wanted anyone to stay…
Pre-Chorus
She calls herself a walking mistake,
But I see sparks in everything she hates.
From the awkward glances to the nervous sighs,
She’s a storm wrapped in cherry-pie skies.
Chorus
anxiety looks pretty on you,
Like cracked glass catching the view.
Like a war cry hiding in a sigh —
Girl, you're scared, but you're still alive.
You call yourself weird, I call it true,
The world’s too dull without someone like you.
anxiety looks pretty on you,
Even if you don’t think it’s true.
(Spoken/Screamed, raw)
You shake when you speak,
But your words change the room.
You doubt every step,
But you’re still pushing through.
You think you’re too much —
But baby, that’s enough.
You're fire with a soft touch,
And that's more than tough.
Final Chorus
anxiety looks pretty on you,
Like a punk song no one else could do.
Like bruises shaped like butterflies —
You’re the beauty that the world denies.
You say you're broken — well, that makes two,
But I’d fall apart just to stand by you.
anxiety looks pretty on you,
And I hope someday, you see it too.
(whispered/sung softly)
Yeah... anxiety looks pretty on you.
Even in the dark... you're coming through
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