Extrovert
I'm pretty shit at as an extrovert
I push myself till my stomach hurts
I see the forest from the trees in the crowd
But my instincts tell me to burn it all down
I try too hard and everybody knows
I get lost in all these verbal tropes
Too distracted by the sights and the sounds
Can't focus on the words that come out of my mouth
Head spinning
Eyes shine like glass
I'm fading fast
I got trapped in me again
I need to learn to fucking eat again
I got lost in the panic
Till I finally crash and burn
What was in that weed again?
Cause I'm forgetting how to breathe again
I'm just growing more manic
Till I finally crash, I finally crash and burn
Tough luck, kid
You'd rather be on your own
On the other hand
I can't do anything alone
I sit here
Staring dead at my phone
Waiting just for an excuse to go out (Hey!)
So don't mind me
If I'm talking too much
Or if I seem just a bit out of touch
Navigating
Conversation is tough
Now I get why you would stay in your house
I got trapped in me again
I need to learn to fucking eat again
I got lost in the panic
Till I finally crash and burn
What was in that weed again?
Cause I'm forgetting how to breathe again
I'm just growing more manic
Till I finally crash, I finally crash and burn
Going down and there's no stopping
Out of my element baby I'm falling
All these people but my head's still throbbing
Try my best but I'm still flopping
Head spinning
Eyes shine like glass
I'm fading fast
I got trapped in me again
I need to learn to fucking eat again
I got lost in the panic
Till I finally crash and burn
What was in that weed again?
Cause I'm forgetting how to breathe again
I'm just growing more manic
Till I finally crash and burn
I got trapped in me again
I need to learn to fucking eat again
I got lost in the panic
Till I finally crash and burn
What was in that weed again?
Cause I'm forgetting how to breathe again
I'm just growing more manic
Till I finally crash, I finally crash and burn
I push myself till my stomach hurts
I see the forest from the trees in the crowd
But my instincts tell me to burn it all down
I try too hard and everybody knows
I get lost in all these verbal tropes
Too distracted by the sights and the sounds
Can't focus on the words that come out of my mouth
Head spinning
Eyes shine like glass
I'm fading fast
I got trapped in me again
I need to learn to fucking eat again
I got lost in the panic
Till I finally crash and burn
What was in that weed again?
Cause I'm forgetting how to breathe again
I'm just growing more manic
Till I finally crash, I finally crash and burn
Tough luck, kid
You'd rather be on your own
On the other hand
I can't do anything alone
I sit here
Staring dead at my phone
Waiting just for an excuse to go out (Hey!)
So don't mind me
If I'm talking too much
Or if I seem just a bit out of touch
Navigating
Conversation is tough
Now I get why you would stay in your house
I got trapped in me again
I need to learn to fucking eat again
I got lost in the panic
Till I finally crash and burn
What was in that weed again?
Cause I'm forgetting how to breathe again
I'm just growing more manic
Till I finally crash, I finally crash and burn
Going down and there's no stopping
Out of my element baby I'm falling
All these people but my head's still throbbing
Try my best but I'm still flopping
Head spinning
Eyes shine like glass
I'm fading fast
I got trapped in me again
I need to learn to fucking eat again
I got lost in the panic
Till I finally crash and burn
What was in that weed again?
Cause I'm forgetting how to breathe again
I'm just growing more manic
Till I finally crash and burn
I got trapped in me again
I need to learn to fucking eat again
I got lost in the panic
Till I finally crash and burn
What was in that weed again?
Cause I'm forgetting how to breathe again
I'm just growing more manic
Till I finally crash, I finally crash and burn
Credits
Writer(s): Luke Markinson, Glitch Gum
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