| First day, big school
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| Trying to keep my trepidation hid
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| Shrink along the corridors
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| Feeling out place, feeling like a fool
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| So you’re the new kid
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| You’re kinda cute, what’s up with you
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| I wanna say something cool so bad
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| But my face goes bright red
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| Too much desperation
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| For a casual conversation
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| Way too much information
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| To try and bridge the distance at all
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| Okay cool I’ll see you around
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| She laughed and my whole body cringed
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| No wait let me try again
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| I could really use a friend
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| But once I start I can never shut my mouth
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| I go on &on &on in a drone
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| Til even I’m not listening
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| Too much desperation
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| For a casual conversation
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| Way too much information
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| To try and bridge the distance at all
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| How long do I pretend I’m ok
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| Before I actually feel ok
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| And when will someone come along
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| And say buddy it don’t work that way
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| Don’t let yourself be buried here for always
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| How’d it go today
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| Comes the question in the quiet car ride home
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| Pretty good, I guess
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| Too much desperation
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| For a casual conversation
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| Way too much information
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| To try and bridge the distance at all |