Talking up to the corner
Making friends with the snack bowl
The bathroom sure knows my name by now
It's where I've been hiding
Everyone else is so natural
like they're actually friends
So badly I want the same
but I've nothing to say
I drift through the room
like an aggressive decoration
A look here, an eyebrow raised there
I'm a phony so lonely
Hiding fear through smiles
While my eyes roll
among the floorboards
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