How Does The Story Go?

Should I start this with another cliché or how does the story go?

Have worn a mask every day, you peeked behind, and now I wanna go

And the cards are stacked, and the house is packed, and I wanna go home

And the cards are stacked, and the house is packed, and I wanna go home

And everybody's got time

Everybody seems to have so much time

Everybody seems to have so much time, but I'm wasting mine

I swear to God, I'm the only fucker in this place

Who isn't doing fine, and I'm not fine

And you're the extrovert, I'm the introvert, and that's the roles

Then I'm the extrovert, you're the introvert, the swapping goes

And the cards are stacked, and the house is packed, and I wanna go home

And we've spoken every day for eight years

And what do I do when you're gone?

And everybody's got time

Everybody seems to have so much time

Everybody seems to have so much time that I'm wasting mine

I swear to God, I'm the only fucker in this place

Who isn't doing fine and I'm not fine

And I'm not fine, I'm not fine

And I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine

I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine

I'm not fine, I'm not fine

And the cards are stacked, and the house is packed, and I wanna go home

And the cards are stacked, and the house is packed, and I wanna go home

And the cards are stacked, and the house is packed, and I wanna go home

And the cards are stacked, and the house is packed, and I wanna go home

Can we go yet?