Stop
Count to ten
See if your world still ends
Anxiety
Prophecies
Storms that your mind invents

Storms that your mind invents
Storms that your mind invents
Stop and count to ten

It feels like something's breaking
Like the ground is reaching up and pulling me in
Into a spiral where the fear begins

Is this panic or fiction
Doing cartwheels in my lungs
Whispering doomsday on my tongue
Painting the worst case on my ribcage
Till the spiral says that I'm done

Stop
Count to ten
See if your world still ends
Anxiety
Prophecies
Storms that your mind invents

Storms that your mind invents
Storms that your mind invents
Stop and count to ten

Is it real or is it fake
If I don't move, does this feeling shake?
Is this real or is it fake

I've already counted to ten
So please just tell me

Will this feeling go away
Will this feeling
Go away