Even if I know resolution is due it’s baptism
I still indulge the tumult of all anxiety has to distress
I don’t want to confess how susceptible I am to such tropes
And I just can’t grasp how it can bypass you completely, but I digress
Yes-
I tap dance the tricks to get better acquainted
Only for my moves to be berated
Let it snake arms round my waist
And see me naked
But worst of all, I let it creep into my head
Chew over what was seen, what was said
And narrate it
That’s why I’m hyperventilating
That’s why I’m sweating pellets
That’s why I’ve had to change the topic
Because I know what story you’ll share
Before you tell it
See, the thing about predicting doom
Even when the sun shines
Is that you’ll close your eyes
To avoid going blind
And miss every allure of August
Better to be neutral, than dangerous
And you can never be too cautious
It starts with a bit of blood pumping
Tics worsen
As eyebrows start jumping
Then goes the muscle tensing,
The belly bending
The heart bolt and tears
As I anticipate happy conclusion is near
Now let me stew, let me pretend
Because what if it don’t stop at the happy end?
What if they know
Just what’ll send me over the edge
What if they reroute the plans
And abandon where I’ve been led
What if they dare conceive cliff hanger?
Or even worse, total betrayal
Where they’ve stirred all of my triggers
And made the tension much bigger
Only to let every plot fail
Bet that would be funny, now, wouldn’t it
Making me such the fool
Can see them all laughing
As they watch me wipe cupids blow clean of snot
And chin of drool
But it’s all part of the process
Because actually the good thing did occur
I got all worked up over nothing
Again
That nervous system will never learn
It’s only a film, it needs climax
Wants you gripping your seat
And munching tongue
That’s the thing with anxiety, though
Is that it takes all of the fun out of
Having fun…
by Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 