I have spent many days regretting the days I've spent regretting
Believe me, it's an endless cycle

Just like the anxiety of being anxious
Fast heartbeat, sweaty palms
Skin so hot, eyes so lost

Remember that phase when this happened every other day?

Baby I'm tired and want to go to bed
But my bus is late and hasn't gotten here yet
So I just wait

I don't know what it is that has got me like this
But I feel something strong that's holding me
Holding me down

But I don't want to bother you

Baby I hate feeling like a weight
It's just that I wait all damn to get home to you
Maybe stop feeling blue

Oh and lately I've been feeling that you don't want me to

And you yell at me: "Just say how you feel
I really want to go, but I'll stay if you need"
And I do, I do
When has this stopped being fun for you?
Last week you smiled, yesterday you nodded
And today you cry and cry