You're sitting in my kitchen feeling dumb We rearrange our bodies in the sun You said one day i'm gonna face it Last night i saw the last episode Of true detective I thought it was a cop out the way they left it College kids dance manically Do you think they're ok? Or are they always just that way? Am i bored or just a loser? I know i get bad yelp reviews But it's the best that i can do Guts and gore On my computer screen I'm semi-ok and i'm staring into you You feel it in your insides that you've peaked You haven't made a single thing all week You say you're never gonna make it Where? On the overlapping bridges late at night You touch my face as cars whirr by I like the nighttime I like the daytime too What should i be? What can i do? Your family visits once a week You're so nice I like your room I think i meant to lead you on