Another song I wrote based around anxiety. I actually wrote this whilst I was experiencing a particularly bad day of panic and anxiety symptoms at home.

I had been out with friends the night before, had a good few drinks, and on the Sunday morning I awoke in bed alone. The kids were round their grandparents and my partner had gone to work. I was in my house alone the whole day with a hangover and loads of time, too much time, to think about how I was feeling.

I really felt alone, vunerable, and panicky just wanting my partner to come home. The reference to false prophets is when I heard the door go and thought my partner had come home early but it was just a visit from who I just remember as "religious visitors" of some kind.

Hope you enjoy.

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning, woke up early
Couldn't shake the weight off my mind
I could feel my stomach turning
Need something to make me feel high

Gotta turn to coffee and cigarettes
Anything to feel i'm alive
Memories tainted with regret
And questions why

Tried to sit and read the paper
Heard a knocking at the door
Thought that you were coming home love
Just for a moment

But it's just false prophets saying
We're preying for your souls salvation
Don't know if it's God i'm craving
Don't know if it's a soul worth saving at all

I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna feel like a fool
But I just can't live without it
Or without you

Now the walls are closing in on me
Is there no way out of here?
Take a moment, STOP!, just try to breathe
Try and push away the fear

Never wanna feel like this again
But I never can say no
Old habits dieing hard
You know I can't let go

Sunday morning woke up early
Realised I was alone
Wishing you were here by me love
Just for a moment...