Panic Attack

My body carries sadness that my brain cannot yet see

And I've been holding on to memories in my stomach and my teeth

And both my shoulders have been burdened by the weight of my mistakes

And every time you lean in closer, both my knees can't help but shake

And I think you're a danger to my health, or so it seems

Is it love or a panic attack?

Is a heavy heart too much to hold?

I don't know, but it's late, so I'm taking you home