Anxious Poet
I go out drinking and seeking,
The nght life is what I am thinking,
All those sleeping have me wishing I was dreaming.
My heart beat is racing and my pulse is pacing,
But my voice and the tempo of my life says I don't give a fuck,
I am an anxiety killer that lives his life like the song labeled thriller.
I am zombie from Tennessee and there are people who wish they could live like me,
No I do not live large with all the fancy cars,
I just go with the flow and that makes people think iI am so...so...
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