Anxiety

Anxiety
Waiting down at the end of the corridor,
Don’t know this place, but I swear I’ve been here before.
These shadows dance with the pictures hung up on the walls.
I hear them laughing as I wonder the halls.
I can feel my pulse sweating now.
Pacing back and forth with nothing to say.
I can see my mind racing now.
The feeling won’t go away.

It’s like a clock ticking slow in the waiting room,
It’s like a doctor coming but he’s got no news.
My heart keeps racing, I don’t know what to do,
You’re giving me anxiety.
Like a message in the bottle that nobody read,
The famous last words that nobody said.
Tell me what is wrong tonight,
You’re giving me anxiety.
(Anxiety, anxiety)
I’m the patient with no patience,
This separation is already filmed.
It’s too late for recessation,
Can’t take away the pressure you make me feel.
I can feel my chest heavy now,
The weighing down on me it’s harder to breathe.
Look in the mirror got no colour now,
Another fatality.
It’s like a clock ticking slow in the waiting room,
It’s like a doctor coming but he’s got no news.
My heart keeps racing, I don’t know what to do,
You’re giving me anxiety.
Like a message in the bottle that nobody read,
The famous last words that nobody said.
Tell me what is wrong tonight,
You’re giving me anxiety.

And I’m underwater,
and I hate you, what you’re doing to me,
to me, yeah
Your voice is cold, your eyes look through me,
Like they don’t know me,
The thinking now when it was love, its empty.
A clock ticks slow in the waiting room,
The doctor calls but he’s got no news.
My heart keeps racing, I don’t know what to do,
You’re giving me anxiety.
This is the message in the bottle that nobody read,
The famous last words that nobody said.
Tell me what is wrong tonight,
You’re giving me anxiety.
I’m underwater, you’re giving me anxiety
I’m underwater, you’re giving me anxiety (and I hate you!)
You’re giving me anxiety
I’m underwater, you’re giving me anxiety
En la canción 'Anxiety' de Good Charlotte, la atmósfera se teje con imágenes de desconcierto y familiaridad, como si deambularas por un lugar desconocido pero reconocible a la vez...