I'm so anxiety-ridden Washing yesterday's dishes And cringing about something I said At a party in December To a friend of a friend Who probably can't even remember we met When the dishes are finished I get coffee in the kitchen And I think about calling you back And I envision at dinner Conversation gets thinner And you end up just calling a cab I feel the weight of the world But the world doesn't feel me at all I feel the weight of the world So I'll try to get distant Forget you ever existed Wind up thinking about you even more And when I'm tired and finished Contemplating your existence I'll be knocking at your front door I feel the weight of the world But the world doesn't feel me at all I feel the weight of the world ♪ If there's change I'm resistant Can't quit talking and listen Always waiting for the worst days I'm so anxiety-ridden It's a miracle you didn't Give up on me right away