Thanks to Mark Modest Mouse can make me cry
You could ask me how I am but Hell I'd probably f*cking lie
'Cause my guts still keep me up and night
Wincing in pain and my brain keeps spitting out these dumb emo refrains
Like
I get anxious when down
I get down when I'm anxious
I get anxious getting down when I'm out
I can't sleep when I'm down
I can't sleep when I'm anxious
I can't sleep so I Twist and I shout
But to be fair it doesn't take a lot
My eyes wells up at the vaguest f*cking thought
Like my Dad taping films for me at night when I was young
Or when coming up onto this stage was tons of stupid fun
I get anxious, I get down
I get down, I get anxious
I get anxious, you're out there getting down
Before I can sleep I get down
I can't sleep I get anxious
So I drink and I twist and I shout