Should I start this with another cliché or how does the story go? (Here we fucking go)
I've worn a mask everyday you peaked behind and now I wanna go
And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
And everybody's got time
Everybody seems to have so much time
Everybody seems to have so much time but I'm wasting mine
I swear to God I'm the only fucker in this place who isn't doin' fine
And I'm not fine
You're the extrovert I'm the introvert and that's the roles
Then I'm the extrovert you're the introvert and the swappin' goes
And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
But we've spoken every day for eight years, so what do I do when you're gone?
And everybody's got time
Everybody seems to have so much time (where do they get all that time from?)
Everybody seems to have so much time but I'm wasting mine
I swear to God I'm the only fucker in this place who isn't doin' fine
And I'm not fine
And I'm not fine, I'm not fine
And I'm not fine, I'm not fine
I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine
I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine
I'm not fine
And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
Can we go yet?
