a remedy of sorts
Madeline Harry
I have got nowhere to be
Yet I am stuck in my anxiety
I slowly start to sink with the feeling
But it's past due I start to float to the ceiling
It's about time I wipe my eyes dry
I'm not here to linger deeper into the night
I look to my left
And then I look to my light
I inhale and now I have arrived
I arrive
With my high
I've no need to comply
Sky high
I'm sky high