Got itchy feet at twenty-three
Was high time that I moved on to the big city
Partying with celebrities
I sang for a career, you had to pinch me

But somewhere in the dream
I lost all sense of me
Tearing at the seams
Hello, anxiety

We meet again
Like two old friends
Who realise they don't really like the other
But still pretend

Why does my head create so many problems?
Back on old meds, but why do I bother?

I fall asleep just to find some peacе
I wake under the body of my problеms
And he could be, be the death of me
Now I don't leave the house unless I have to

And somewhere in the dream
I lost all sense of me
Tearing at the seams
Hello, anxiety

We meet again
Like two old friends
Who realise they don't really like the other
But still pretend

Hello, anxiety
Hello, anxiety

We meet again
Like two old friends
Who realise they don't really like the other
But still pretend

We meet again
Like two old friends
Who realise they don't really like the other
But still pretend