Anxious Type - Shit Present

I had bad dreams

So I smoked myself to sleep

I’m sorry if it affected you and me

If you know what I mean

The girls at school

Still haunt me in my sleep

They keep telling me I’m not welcome

And its my problem

I should be old enough by now

This is the last time i’m putting myself down

Just tell yourself

You’re not the anxious type

And calm down

Everything is fine

Just fine, just fine, just fine, just fine

And I was crying

For what seemed like half a year

But i’m trying, you just only see my fear

Cus you hold me dear

And I swear

I’m never going back

I’m not going back

To being like that

I’m old enough by now

This is the last time i’m putting myself down

Just tell yourself

You’re not the anxious type

And calm down

Everything is fine

Just fine, just fine, just fine, just fine

Just fine, just fine, just fine, just fine