Street talk and all the situations That make me feel awkward Or the words that I can't stand So I'll try to shuffle out of every conversation I don't want to talk about your cats or feelings of depression 'Cause its easy to say I’m feeling fine I just sleep to much and don’t eat enough And I feel like jumping from a cliff But that’s too long of a drive So I'll just stay in bed Passing the time Thinking back to a lost kid Box haired socially impaired Scared to death of a world Outside of his four walls And these blind eyes still see Through broken lenses But he can't feel a thing And its all closing in Nothing makes sense in a world so greed driven I'm trying to see over the hill But it's more oncoming traffic Brought on by panic And I'm fucked