The Worst in Me - Handguns

It brings out the worst in me

Plagues me just like a disease

A dark cloud that won’t seem to let me be

Ruining everything

Miserable at my very best

A walking cliche like the rest

Wish they could find a way to fix my head

And feel like myself again

It’s just like me to give into my grief

Shouldn’t be surprised that, that I feel so alone

Anxiety’s got a hold on me

It’s got me by the neck and won’t let me breathe

It cuts right down to the bone, yeah

I’m living proof of a tortured soul

Fell asleep on the couch again

It’s been three months since I’ve seen my friends

Alienated is what I tend to do best

When I’m down and I’m out again

I guess it’s true that I cut my own rope

Shouldn’t be surprised that, that I feel so alone

Anxiety’s got a hold on me

It’s got me by the neck and won’t let me breathe

It cuts right down to the bone, yeah

I’m living proof of a tortured soul

There’s no solution to my seclusion

I guess it’s best I stay tied to this bed

Anxiety’s got a hold on me

It’s got me by the neck and won’t let me breathe

If you could see in my head

You’d understand why I can’t control a shaking hand

Day in, day out, captive to my doubts

Thoughts never match the words from my mouth

When I wake up tomorrow and feel the same

Not a thing I can do to numb the pain

It’s pulling me under, blood’s in the water

Can I make it out alive?

It brings out the worst in

Plagues me just like a disease

A dark cloud that won’t seem to let me be

Ruining everything

Anxiety’s got a hold on me

It’s got me by the neck and won’t let me breathe

It cuts right down to the bone, yeah

I’m living proof of a tortured soul

There’s a solution to my seclusion

I guess it’s best I stay tied to this bed

Anxiety’s got a hold on me

It’s got me by the neck and won’t let me breathe