(Verse 1)

You’re an anxiety attack,

You’re the shortness of breath,

You’re the pounding in my chest,

The creeping fear of death.

Can’t think, can’t concentrate.

No focus, no function, haunted by

The grand, unending reminder you gave

of my thoroughly well-dressed destruction

You were pretty when we met,

I didn’t know you’d be my end.

You’re the anxiety, the weight inside of me,

Didn’t see it, but I should have guessed that...

You'd be the death of me.

Panic, panic, you’re panic, you’re panic

Panic, panic, you’re panic, you’re panic

Get away, get away, get away from me —

Get away, get away, let me breathe!

(Verse 2)

You were gentle as a lamb when we began,

But I’ve learned the shape of your threat.

You’re the weight inside my chest,

The cold that lingers when I rest.

A gentle shove to my resting place,

Stumbled into my own grave,

Because I looked you in the eye,

And believed it was love you gave.

You were pretty when we met,

I didn’t know you’d be my end.

You’re the anxiety, the weight inside of me,

Didn’t see it, but I should have guessed that...

You'd be the death of me.

Panic, panic, you’re panic, you’re panic

Panic, panic, you’re panic, you’re panic

Get away, get away, get away from me —

Get away, get away, let me breathe!

(Bridge)

Watch me pace lines in worrisome designs

You're swallowing your sighs while I'm trying to survive

You're rolling your eyes while I'm stepping on mines

I'll stay confined to my desperate little shrines

The weight of your gaze is a sentence I serve

I'm tracing the ache as it circles and climbs

Each promise you break is a bell that still chimes

Just bracing for blame in the shape of goodbye

You were pretty when we met,

I didn’t know you’d be my end.

You’re the anxiety, the weight inside of me,

Didn’t see it, but I should have guessed that...

You'd be the death of me.

Panic, panic, you’re panic, you’re panic

Panic, panic, you’re panic, you’re panic

Get away, get away, get away from me —

Get away, get away, let me breathe!

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