Sunsign – Anxious

Not in line with my sun’s sign
I strip skin from my neck while
Everything that’s in front of us
Is a mess when onset I

See my friends in my cell phone
Drawing circles in flesh tones
Everything is in front us
Could this be just a bad moment?

So well talk and you’ll listen
You’re the feeling I’m missing
Am I work when I want help
Am I thinking bout myself?
Can we shed at the forepart?
Can we stand in front of us?
I call you again and you answer the same

Common sense gets me so tired
Everything gets just so hard
Everything that’s in front of us
Looks so heavy when I

See my friends in my cell phone
Drawing circles in flesh tones
Everything is in front of us
Calling out in my unknowns

So well talk and you’ll listen
You’re the feeling I’m missing
Am I work when I want help
Am I thinking bout myself?
Can we shed at the forepart?
Can we stand in front of us?
I call you again and you answer the same

But I’m afraid of growing up
And awkward spaces different thoughts
But I’m the same and I complain again
In all the ways you show me up
Your gentle prose that’s somewhat sure
That I’m the same and I’ll complain again

But I’m afraid of growing up (If I keep feeling)
And awkward spaces, different thoughts (You’ll only call me when I stop)
But I’m the same and I complain again (If I keep feeling, you’ll only call me when I stop
In all the ways you show me up (If I keep feeling)
Your gentle prose that’s somewhat sure (You’ll only call me when I stop)
That I’m the same and I’ll complain again (If I keep feeling, you’ll only call me when I stop)

So well talk and you’ll listen
You’re the feeling I’m missing
Am I work when I want help
Am I thinking bout myself?
Can we shed at the forepart?
Can we stand in front of us?
I call you again and you answer the same
I call you again and you answer the same
I call you again and you answer the same