i'm in trouble
i know it to be true
because i'm trying to hide the fact from you

i think i'm a stranger in this home
why don't you take off your shoes?
then again
i think i'm a bit too comfortable
hanging onto the short end of your fuse

the refrigerator is holding
what's left of what's worth revisiting
then again
the night has barely even started
and i'm looking forward to the morning

your friends are asking me my name
and still i can't remember theirs
god i'd really like to though
oh god it's starting to show

sometimes sociability can be such a tragedy

what's this disappointment on your face?
both my sleeves are clean and white
so maybe
i'm starting to get the hang of it
enjoying a familiar fight

putting me on to get yourself off
there's a chance we're both long overdue
so maybe
we have run out of bad decisions
but i can think of plenty to do

this club is a second rate show
that's why they keep the lights down low
you know the plot and the twist
sloppy moves and lazy fists

everyone loves an instigator
it has to start somewhere
everyone loves a good debater
there's always damage to repair

you can push me a little further
or we can talk about the weather
either way
you're going straight for the jugular
and love is a serial killer

this is the most tolerable pain
listening to you try to explain
either way
taking in the scenery's a strain
and i'm beginning to sound mundane

a whole list of questions i don't want to answer
they ask them all
a missed opportunity to use my manners
makes me feel small

everyone loves an instigator
it has to start somewhere
everyone loves a good debator
there's always damage to repair

sometimes sociability can be such a tragedy

i swear it looked better on paper

i'm in trouble
i know it to be true
because i'm still sitting right here next to you