It’strue,itstrue
Iwasneverthecoolguy
It’strue,itstrue
Iwasneverthecoolguy
TiredofwishingIcouldjustblendin
AlwaystryingtobesomeoneI’mnot
There’snopressuretobecomebestfriends
Butstillfeellikeit’sworthashot
Conversationsinmyheadonrepeat
Playingoverandoveragain
Theydon’tevenlaughatmyjokes
I’msickofplayingallthesesocialgames
It’strue,itstrue
Iwasneverthecoolguy
Ican’tevensaythatI’msurprised
It’strue,it’strue,andIstillfeellikeafool
Butsomethinginmejustwantstotry.
It’sobviousthatI’mtheonlyone
It’sclearnobodyreallywantstotalk
WhydoIfeellikethere’ssomethinghere
Amomentthatweallcanlaughabout
Anxietyisgoingthroughtheroof
Tellingmenothingisgonnachange
Butthatwasthenandthisisnow
Iknowhowtoplaythesesocialgames