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