Something isn’t sitting right
With what I’m trying to do tonight.
This music’s not for dancing’s bright
And playful and electric light.
No, it’s rough denial’s bight
That’s looped around my body, tight;
A rope I can’t ignore, must fight,
Or color drain, my limbs go white.
I’m trying to solve a problem, see:
Avoiding those who’re close to me.
It’s not for lack of interest, even;
Only my anxiety.
And so it goes that you’ll all be
Privy to pain and victory.
But my friends won’t know I succeed,
Or whether, all alone, I bleed.