High time to make a heavy beeline towards the
Back room to sit with you and pretend that I'm not a social reject
I seem incomplete but it's not too bad to keep me away from
Drunk texts and incoherent ramblings to the beating of our hearts
High tide ripping us away from our aces
You talk to me and the words just slip right out of the air
I'm not trying to be rude, but I just can't fit the mood when
It's always out of control, and I
Just want some peace, I'm tired of the heat
I can't stop thinking about your friends and how they don't ever end
And I appreciate the effort, but you're really not that clever
Just leave me alone and let me feel fine