Street talk and all the situations
That make me feel awkward
Or the words that I can't stand
So I'll try to shuffle out of every conversation
I don't want to talk about your cats or feelings of depression
'Cause its easy to say I’m feeling fine
I just sleep to much and don’t eat enough
And I feel like jumping from a cliff
But that’s too long of a drive
So I'll just stay in bed
Passing the time
Thinking back to a lost kid
Box haired socially impaired
Scared to death of a world
Outside of his four walls
And these blind eyes still see
Through broken lenses
But he can't feel a thing
And its all closing in
Nothing makes sense in a world so greed driven
I'm trying to see over the hill
But it's more oncoming traffic
Brought on by panic
And I'm fucked