| Faster, I dream in speeds of ashes |
| My heart it beats and crashes |
| I’m running from the truth |
| Cause it fucks with my mind |
| Waiting, we’re silly, we’re so reckless |
| The city it’s so heartless |
| A bottle full of crude |
| That washed up in the tide |
| Don’t pressure us, anxiety |
| I’m a passenger |
| So serious, anxiety |
| Just a passenger |
| Handsome and calloused, young believers |
| Hiding, plotting schemers |
| And rotting out like fruit |
| That was left here to die |
| Talking, playing after hours |
| Time is bending outward |
| I’m falling to my knees |
| To crawl home safe inside |
| Don’t pressure us, anxiety |
| I’m a passenger |
| So dangerous, anxiety |
| Just a passenger |
| Don’t pressure, us anxiety |
| I’m a passenger |
| So serious, anxiety |
| Just a passenger |
| (Don't pressure us) |
| (Don't pressure us) |
| (Don't pressure us) |
| (Don't pressure us) |
| Anxiety |
| I’m a passenger, anxiety |
| Just a passenger, anxiety |
| Don’t pressure us, anxiety |
| I’m a passenger |
| So serious, anxiety |
| Just a passenger |