| I never knew I was anaphylactic
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| I took the medicine, it wasn’t working
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| Yeah, I needed something less delicate
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| 'Cause I can’t seem to breathe, and I’m totally nervous again
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| I gotta confess it was you all along
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| Trying my best to keep my head on
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| But my heart rate is flying
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| I think I’m dying, I’m hoping it’s all in my head
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| This isn’t a game
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| I’m not feeling well
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| My face is aflame
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| It was starting to swell
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| It was starting to bloat
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| And I started freaking out
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| Like I was way too stoned
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| Was it the allergies, or just me being me, or both?
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| Came home from the hospital, hazed out on chemicals
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| You helped me out of the back of your Audi
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| Felt like I’d been kicked in the testicles
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| Electrical shocks ripped through my body again
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| Not again (Not again!)
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| I’d do anything (Not again!)
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| Shoulda stayed home 'cause I’ve made a mess of things
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| I confess (I confess)
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| I started panicking (I confess)
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| And praying for death
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| I’d do anything now
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| My face started to swell
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| My heart started to pound
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| And I started freaking out
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| Everything’s slowing down
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| The blood in my ears
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| It was the only sound
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| Was it the allergies, or something else freaking me out?
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| Musta been weird
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| But what could ya do?
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| Watching me bottom out as I came unglued
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| Like, «Am I gonna die?»
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| Am I already dead?
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| I keep feeling sick
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| And it never seems to end
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| This isn’t a game
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| My face was aflame
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| It was starting to swell
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| It was starting to bloat
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| And I started freaking out
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| Like I was way too stoned
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| «And how does it feel?»
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| Well, I just don’t know
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| If it’s just me or the weed in my tea
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| Or maybe it’s something else entirely
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| Like some allergies or just me being me or both |