Lyrics

Your eye on the bottle That you had on the shelf All but forgotten How to cast these spells It happens too often I get overwhelmed I'm high on a mountain To down in the skids I have a theory for what this is I can't be that way again It may be the fashion It may be the rage I guess when I'm laughin' I'm showin' my age Attempt at compassion By breakin' my gaze I'm silently countin' Backward from ten Tryin' not laugh out loud again Sorry about that friend It isn't the nation So much as it's you You keep on pretending like you're You're still twenty-two If you're at the height of it, then the Then the bottom will do It may sound defeatist But it's never been I have to be happy in my own skin I'm happy to not fit in I'm happy to not fit in I'm happy to not fit in I'm happy to not fit in