Текст песни Anxiety - Levi The Poet

And knowing how i'd shake sometimes,
He asked if i could help explain his wife's anxiety,
Saying every time he tried to be her sounding board,
He – in his lack of understanding –
Became more an object of envy
While simultaneously reflecting her own disdain for
The stranger she found herself exchanged for in his chest like a mirror where –
For some reason –
The love behind it beat at regular intervals and normal patterns,
And only skipped when, and i quote, "she'd beat electric fists into me,
Like defibrillating a healthy heart while she was under arrest."

And she begged him to understand but – and i quote – "i can't"

And knowing how she'd shake sometimes,
And try to communicate through stutters when the cogs in her mind jammed
And caught the wheel of another thought vying for her attention,
I – oh almighty i –
Became more a silver lining
Combined with a witch available to burn depending upon the outcome,
Like maybe my tongue could breed magic that douses the fires,
And i quote, "staked between us.
They are high."

(And i surmised, "and getting higher.")

Maybe i'll light the match myself.

I thought of my own wife and wondered if either of them knew
What they'd gotten themselves into
When they got into it
With us.