I Smell Like Anxiety

I'm choking on cigarettes, trying to start a conversation I have a light, but I have asked to use yours twenty times Because even where I'm comfortable, I'm so fucking uncomfortable Am I always this shy, or am I just too high I try to be myself but he sucks at being herself And it makes it kind of hard when she fucking hates them self This music is too loud, and there's cotton in my mouth And I can't remember how to stand So I word vomit on your shoes You leave uneasy and a little bit confused My gibberish tastes smokey And my clothes smell like anxiety I smell like anxiety I'm sure the tar in my lungs is worth the friends that I've yet to make Every time I open my mouth, it's a mistake Maybe my size sixteen stilettos will invite someones stiletto To pierce right into my lungs And as the red black and shame spill out they'll finally see me inside out And wonder what I've become I wonder when my blood runs down the street And my guts are at the world's feet Where the lighters that I tried to meet will be Then I'll word vomit on your shoes You leave uneasy and a little bit confused My gibberish tastes smokey And my clothes smell like anxiety I smell like anxiety