Anxiety Tells Us All

YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE, the way the runners do
They wonder how they got up there
The way they move THE WAY THEY MOVE UP THERE
Through the sun they shine along
All those bright days, they clear up on me

Take this life in this broken place
There's a rumor about me and I'm not getting down
This anxiety will tell us all
Why I'm left around the corner in this cold empty space

IT BRINGS ME DOWN, THE WAY THEY TALK ABOUT ME
IT SCARES MY EYES WHEN I SEE THEM LOOKING AT YOU
TAKE THIS ENDING IN THIS DEAD-END STREET

A thousand ways to speak upon my name
But not one of them tries to impress me
Great stories go along with great heroes
I'm trying to, I'm trying for you

Take this life in this broken place
There's a rumor about me and I'm not getting down
This anxiety will tell us all
Why I'm left around the corner in this cold empty space