The Corner's Dilemma

A room full of people, too anxious to mingle
 My brain yells at me, "It's the perfect time
 To get existential, your body's a rental"
 Push back, tell myself that I'm just fine
 More people show up, I think I might throw up
 Go out for some fresh air to clear out my mind
 There's more people out there, this shit is a nightmare
 I wanna go home, but I'll piss off my ride
 (So I'll just keep drinking)
 And hope for the best
 Let my brain do the rest
 Man, fuck it, whatever, I guess
 Sometimes I think I've wasted my whole life
 Chasing my pipe dreams
 With shots and a whole lot of beer
 A part of me figures there's no fight
 Left in the shell of a person I became this year
 Fuck, is that the first place I go?
 Why can't I, for one night, let this roll off my shoulders?
 Damn, this is bleak
 I know I'm not this weak
 I thought people got wiser when older?
 Then again, I think I've wasted my whole life
 Chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a whole lot of beer
 A part of me figures there's no fight left
 In the shell of a person I became this year
 I wonder if my parents know why
 I'm a recluse and I don't leave my house on most days
 When my friends ask if am all right,
 I lie straight to their faces and say I'm okay
 I just want to be a normal person
 Or anything but me
 Stuck In a room full of people, too anxious to mingle
 My brain yelling that it's the perfect time
 To get existential, your body's a rental
 And something is wrong I think you might be dying!
 (Oh no)
 (I just want to be a normal person)
 (Or anything but me)
 (I just want to be a normal person)
 To think that I've wasted my whole life
 Chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a whole lot of beer
 (Or anything but me)
 A part of me knows that there's no fight left
 In the shell of a person I became this year
 (I just want to be a normal person)
 To think that I've wasted my whole life
 Chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a whole lot of beer
 (Or anything but me)
 A part of me knows that there's no fight left
 In the shell of a person I became this year
 (I just want to be a normal person)
 To think that I've wasted my whole life
 Chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a whole lot of beer
 (Or anything but me)
 A part of me knows that there's no fight left
 In the shell of a person I became this year
 I think that I've wasted my whole life