A gulp of whiskey
Sliding down my throat
And a lit cigarette
Plastered between my lips
I watched from my seat
As the people around me
Dance and sing to the music
Getting high every minute
I don't even know why I'm here
For the fact that I don't like people
I should be in my room
Quietly existing
But I guess I needed this
Maybe that'll take the pain
For once, I don't want to know
That I exist in that specific timeline
I wanted to run away
But I have nowhere to go
Truly, the world is round
'Cause I keep running in circles
There's no escaping this
This throbbing feeling
I carry everywhere I go
It's just too heavy to handle
When I put down my glass
That's where I knew I had to go
Whatever I'm looking for
Certainly, this is not the answer