I'm Afraid (Dawn's Song Of Fears)

I’m afraid of heights, afraid of tryin'
I’m afraid I might have been a little stupid to write this song
I’m afraid that during high winds
The stop sign will uproot and decapitate me
Or that I might thrive on to Scientology
I’m afraid that after I die
Someone will have sex with my dead body
And be like, «Not worth it»
I’m afraid I could raise a son who’d get radicalized on Reddit
Or that he’ll Back to the Future, and I’ll think he’s hot
I’m afraid that I’ll accidentally text a pic of my vagina to my dad
And I’m afraid that on Incestry.com
I might find out I have a bunch of half siblings
And they’ll want to be in my life
I’m afraid that if I got an awful disease, I wouldn’t be brave
I’d just be a bitch and be mean or if I needed emergency heart surgery
The doctor would go, «Hello nipple hair»
Sometimes I’m afraid to hold a new baby
What if I lose control of my arms for a second?
And throw it at the ceiling fan or something like that
Can’t I trust my arms?
And I’m afraid, that under every bus stop is a sinkhole of rats
And I’m afraid, they lie about expiration dates and my home is just fungus
And afraid that the second I leave town, I’ll get a UTI
Why can’t they just sell those pills over the counter?
I don’t need a doctor
I know exactly what it is
Oh, back to my kid, I have more stuff about him
I only breastfed for four months, is he gonna be a bomb trader?
And I’m afraid that I’m lucky enough to be 80
I’ll be one of those ladies who’s entire scalp is visible when the sun shines
through her salmon colored hair
And I’m afraid that someone will find out that I memorize all the words to
Macklemore’s «Thrift Shop»
Or that I bought seven seasons of The Mentalist
And of course, I’m afraid that somewhere, deep inside of me, is a lost tampon
Where did you go? Where did you go?
I am afraid