You know what's worse than being alone?
Its when I'm in a crowd and I feel alone,
Yeah, I can smile but there's no one home.
The lights're on, but the pantry's dry as a bone.
See, its all thanks to this anxiety
its depriving me of essentially my ability
to be me.
Yep, can you see what I'm saying?
I'm not religious, but I feel I should be praying.
You get it now?
I'm tired of playing
with all of these emotions,
They better run or soon I'll be slaying.
Not one shot or two shot or pop-pop-pop
But like a hose, believe I'll be spraying.
I'm tired of being on bottom, its gotta stop.
So soon isn't soon enough, I'm gonna rock
and roll right to the top
or did I mean right to the tip?
Never mind that, change the clip
and unload on this emotional shit.
