There's no place in my room I have peace.
Over and over again, her voice speaks,
"Leave the door open so I can see!"
As though we'd be doing really anything.
I'm scared and nervous, unsure of what to do.
She looks like she doesn't want be here -- boo.
How do I make this better? I don't know.
That wretched woman knows exactly how to make me low.
So we share stories and words, and I'm grateful for that.
It seems there's not a day where I don't have an anxiety attack.
But not tonight, no, not in front of her, not yet --
there's emotional layers that are dangerous to shed.
Bring me up from the bottom, chop off my head,
and then lay with me, like you couldn't in bed.