Perfect Anxiety

Take a deep breath
It's just a chill
There is no reason
but even still...
Something is off
Or is it too good
As I'm not used to safety
Though maybe I should
I always suspect
Something'll turn sour
I dig myself deeper
Hour by hour
Get lost in my thoughts
Unable to fix
The problems I fear
That all are just tricks
I wish I could sort
The evil ones out
But for now I remain
Consumed ever by doubt