Try not to rush. There is nothing after us. Just our worries in disguise, Fueled by overbearing pride. I feel drunk when I'm with you. There's a grace in what we do. Though I know I'm in a way, I'll get over it someday. There's a science To all our anxious sounds, And a progress That I just can't figure out. Don't let me push my weight, Or give into a lust. I need for you to stay, Or we reunite with dust. I'm mostly in my head, Being chased by dogs, eyes-red. Though I know their phantom shapes There's only so much I can take. There's a science To all our anxious sounds, And a progress That I just can't figure out. Don't let me push my weight, Or give into a lust. I need for you to stay, Or we reunite with dust.