What everybody thinks about me Why I laugh when it isn't funny And why I'm even at this party now, mm Step out and say a friend is coming I'm walking to my car and wondering Why I'm alone but still prefer an empty house
I wish that I could just turn off these thoughts and let myself out Why does it seem so easy for everyone else? (Hmm) And I'm so tired of re-enacting things I just could have said out loud But I was busy thinking 'bout
If anybody else is leavin' This bathroom's got a dirty ceiling Am I the only one that's feelin' this way now Why everybody's smiling at me And why it doesn't make me happy And what excuse I'm gonna give to turn around
I wish that I could just turn off these thoughts and let myself out Why does it seem so easy for everyone else? (Hmm) And I'm so tired of re-enacting things I just could have said out loud But I was busy thinking 'bout
But I was busy thinking 'bout But I was busy thinking 'bout But I was busy thinking 'bout
Get home and go sit in the kitchen I'm turnin' off the lights and wishin' I would have stayed, you know I hate this empty house
Compositor: Abraham Allen Parker (Abe Parker) ECAD: Obra #30899883