Maybe you want me to stay but sometimes you just gotta slip away when you don't find your place.
Now I stand alone with people I don't know, I never know what to do with my hands so I always do the same thing : I light up another cigarette.
But I should leave, I'm looking away and I can barely speak, I'm trying to figure it out. What the hell is going wrong with me ? I don't know why I feel that kind of shame. I stay here, looking for something I can hold on to, I'm trying to figure it out. I always think it will be fine for me but everytime I hate the way I am.
I turn myself into a clumsy monster and I don't want to draw attention to myself. I feel lonely and boring and ill at ease, I don't exist, they all see through me.
But I should leave, I'm looking away and I can barely speak, I'm trying to figure it out. What the hell is going wrong with me ? I don't know why I feel that kind of shame. I stay here, looking for something I can hold on to, I'm trying to figure it out. I always think it will be fine for me but everytime I hate the way I am.
Tonight the sun goes down too slow as I’m feeling your glances shoveling. I am sinking slowly, oh I know that my self confidence is crumbling.