Should I start this with another cliche or how does the story go?
I've worn a mask every day, you peaked behind and now I wanna go
The cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
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 that's in this place who isn't doing fine
And I'm not fine
You're the extrovert, I'm the introvert, and that's the roles
Then I'm the extrovert, you're the introvert, and the swapping goes
The cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
We've spoken every day for eight years, 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, but I'm wasting mine
I swear to god I'm the only fucker that's 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
The cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
The cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
The cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
The cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home
We go, yeah
