Breathlessness
Breathlessness is the second track off the EP Of Course It's Personal. It is written in the key of Abm, in 4/4 time, at 128 BPM.
Lyrics
Oh, hunger, my old companion
you're a feeling I'll always know
On the surface, I know I'm okay
but only you can prove it so
Ten minutes 'til the witching hour
and I pace around my room
and make channels in the aging carpet
and hope I'll be unconscious soon
I'm in love
with the only way to know that I'm alright
so come and take this breathlessness tonight
I don't want to fight anymore
Come and clear the smoke and spinning
like a light at the tunnel's end
Disintegrate these walls of worry
everytime like a loyal friend
and waste me away...
I'm in love
with the only way to know that I'm alright
so come and take this breathlessness tonight
I don't want to fight anymore
I'm in love
(Oh, hunger, my old companion)
(You're a feeling I'll always know)
(On the surface I know I'm okay)
with the only way to know that I'm alright
(But only your can prove it so)
(Ten minutes 'til the witching hour)
so come and take this breathlessness tonight
(and I pace around my room)
(and make channels in the aging carpet)
I don't want to fight anymore
Background
As long as I can remember, I've been emetophobic. Even as young as five years old, I remember having panic attacks at the smallest stomach discomfort. At that age, I had a four-day hospital stay because I swore there was "something wrong" with my stomach. The doctors, of course, found nothing, because it was a panic attack.
The panic attacks continued for my entire childhood and adolescence. At the first sign of indigestion, cramps, or even mild discomfort, I would launch into a full-blown panic attack. These would sometimes last hours, long into the night. Sometimes the entire night.
Around the time I entered high school I noticed that loss of appetite was present in essentially any stomach illness, as far as I knew. If you have the stomach flu, you aren't hungry. I also realized the opposite was true: if you are hungry, you aren't sick.
Armed with this information, I began a dangerous and disordered pattern of eating: eat as lightly and infrequently as possible to maximize how often I was hungry. If I was hungry, I could know with 100% certainty I was not sick, and whatever panic attack I was having would go away.
This pattern of food avoidance and disordered eating continued for several years, until I was thin enough that others started to notice. I eventually got therapy and medication, and was able to grow past the disordered eating, and today I'm back at a healthy weight and am able to eat normally.