Second of all: I am an idiot.
Third of all: what. the. fuck...
I went to a friends house last night. Got pretty drunk. Then got psychoanalyzed by a lot of really close friends. It killed me a little bit, because they were right and I hate it. I had a friend look me dead in the high and tell me I should seek professional help.
Then I got home (inebriated) and talked to my roomate for way too long, tried to heat up some soup and spilled it everywhere, and cursed out Scotty for no reason at all.
What am I doing?
It's nothing, it's so normal
You just stand there
I could say so much
I don't go there 'cause I don't want to
I was thinking if you were lonely
Maybe we could leave here and no one would know
At least not to the point that we would think so
And everyone here knows everyone here is thinking 'bout somebody else
Well, it's best if we all keep this under our heads
And I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do
But I'm lonely now
And I don't know how to get it back to good.