Watch the worst case scenario get worse and worse As the evening that becomes a weekend spirals to a week I've got some little thing I've pounced on once again and blown out of proportion and rendered unrecognizable The danger is slightly plausible that's all I need and no amount of sense or soul dissection seems to make a difference I get paranoid about sh** all the time I desperately need a cure that isn't time There's no reality, the worries are all mine I wonder what I can do except wait sometimes Cause I can't keep living like this Worries build on stress and soon enough I'm shaking, throwing up and clawing my skin