| I’m flying Jetstar home from a holiday across the bay
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| I’ve been venturing solo to try and find a way to subside all the things in my
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| mind
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| And I guess it made a difference this time
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| ‘Cause anything I’ve ever known could be better than sitting on this flight
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| alone
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| My hearts in my throat as I’m writing this solemn letter, as I say to my brain
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| over and over
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| «It's just, it’s just anxiety, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine in a little while»
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| It’s coming on so fast, it does this every time
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| But still you seem surprised
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| It seems funny to me to find a sense of relief in learning that I’m bigger than
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| my brain believes
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| But I’ll take it, I’ll happily take it
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| As I say to my brain over and over
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| «It's just, it’s just anxiety, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine in a little while»
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| «It's just, it’s just anxiety, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine in a little while»
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| Take me from this airborne coffin
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| Save me from this fear I’m locked in |