Worry a lot

The Like Young

i've noticed certain patterns starting
i want to be your friend
oh, ir hurts unlike a question
do i want it so open?
i worry, worry a lot
it's much too much and i'm mad ir happens
i do care
i really do
i don't know you enough to tell you
why do the hours kind of like me
just slap me on the face
no, i have actually lost sleep
a stupid little tick
pop a bottle on the door, it's reassurance
i'm inspired by the way that you word it