Sometimes I can't help myself from overthinking everything And I just want to fall asleep At least for a few hours I get wrapped up in things that people say Of whom I haven't seen in months But I'm sure that we'll bump shoulders soon enough For a couple minutes I've been sitting on the fringe But every now and then I'm roped back in Do you still even see me as a friend? Am I just some kind of sentimental crutch That you keep tucked underneath your bed accumulating dust? Is it worth it to even keep in touch? I can't help but notice I've been so damn tired of everyone I know I've been so damn tired of everyone I know I've been so damn tired of everyone I know I've been so damn tired of everyone I know