Wake up, wake up, at the bottom of the stairs, Laid out prone, so vividly unaware, Punctured out neural tissue, what can it be, to be so unhappy, to be unhappy It's anxiety, and it's tearing you to shreds, Don't die yet, baby, you forgot to make the beds, It's anxiety, and it's really gonna k** you, It's anxiety, k**ing you like slow poison Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, oh woe is me Now something, it's got a hold on, bring in the night, Breathe on the lines, I would love to be paralyzed, What is the matter, what can it be, To be so unhappy, to be unhappy, Maybe you got the rabies and maybe you got the flu, But you can't try to fix it, 'cause you don't know what to do Anxiety, and it's really gonna k** you Anxiety, k**ing you like very slow poison Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety