All you do is sit around and talk

Could you wait until this is over?

I can't hear so just let be

Photographs of people I don't know,

Sweethearts and teachers, cousins and chimpanzees

The brick wall is only a façade

There are some things that matter,

And no time for things I won't see

Sailing home past sirens off the beach

Their songs are hypnotic

I'm useless and atrophied

I'm sorry I came off the wrong way

I'm better than this

I'm better than this

So I'll smile when they talk and think somewhere else

I'll think of the things I love and hate

All because I still want to be here