Exit Pt. 2 Dying In The Living Room by Kaonashi Lyrics
A tight hug goodbye
Before I catch the last train home
I've learned to
A tight hug goodbye
Before I catch the last train home
I've learned to
Appreciate them more than I used to
See, when you're living at the bottom
Everyone looks so much taller
Honestly, we're all just standing on thin ice
But our denial is so rock solid, it feels nice
Just waiting for the insecurity hammer
To smash our "I don't care's"
And our Instagram posts and our Facebook quotes
And the way that you laugh when you don't even get the joke
See, I always feel alone, when I'm at home or at a show
When I'm with all of my friends, and I just have to
Pretend that I'm having the time of my life
When really it's just fucking passing me by
I'll never understand why
We drink just to feel sober
Life is a hangover, dying in the living room
It will always be me versus them
It's like I always feel awkward or embarrassed or frustrated
Or uncomfortable, and I'm just so tired of being angry
So fucking tired of being
I hate my friends
I hate the weekends
That same car ride home
That I've come to know
Seeing is believing
And I don't see the point in anything anymore
I'm unimpressed by the friday night enthusiasm
Tired of the Saturday morning gossip
No, I didn't hear about what happened last night
And it's always the same excuses
"No, really, I'm fine, I'm just tired"
We all just want something to talk about
We all just want something to talk about
Throw away the red cup
Drink with your hands
A tight hug goodbye before I
Catch the last train home
I've learned to appreciate
Them more than I used to
Seeing is believing, I don't see
The point in anything anymore
People, places; they all change
But the feeling stays the same
Bags under my eyes
Sidewalks, streetlights;
Can I crash here tonight?
The life of the party
Is dying on the couch
Her friend is on the porch
Trying to figure out
"And I just want to know when's it gonna end?"
"And I just want to know what am I supposed to do?"
Still haven't found my exit
Still stuck in my old ways
Still haven't found my exit
But I'm searching every day
Still haven't found my exit
Still stuck in my old ways
Still haven't found my exit
But I'm searching every day
Still haven't found my exit
Still stuck in my old ways
Still haven't found my exit
But I'm searching every day
Before I catch the last train home
I've learned to
A tight hug goodbye
Before I catch the last train home
I've learned to
Appreciate them more than I used to
See, when you're living at the bottom
Everyone looks so much taller
Honestly, we're all just standing on thin ice
But our denial is so rock solid, it feels nice
Just waiting for the insecurity hammer
To smash our "I don't care's"
And our Instagram posts and our Facebook quotes
And the way that you laugh when you don't even get the joke
See, I always feel alone, when I'm at home or at a show
When I'm with all of my friends, and I just have to
Pretend that I'm having the time of my life
When really it's just fucking passing me by
I'll never understand why
We drink just to feel sober
Life is a hangover, dying in the living room
It will always be me versus them
It's like I always feel awkward or embarrassed or frustrated
Or uncomfortable, and I'm just so tired of being angry
So fucking tired of being
I hate my friends
I hate the weekends
That same car ride home
That I've come to know
Seeing is believing
And I don't see the point in anything anymore
I'm unimpressed by the friday night enthusiasm
Tired of the Saturday morning gossip
No, I didn't hear about what happened last night
And it's always the same excuses
"No, really, I'm fine, I'm just tired"
We all just want something to talk about
We all just want something to talk about
Throw away the red cup
Drink with your hands
A tight hug goodbye before I
Catch the last train home
I've learned to appreciate
Them more than I used to
Seeing is believing, I don't see
The point in anything anymore
People, places; they all change
But the feeling stays the same
Bags under my eyes
Sidewalks, streetlights;
Can I crash here tonight?
The life of the party
Is dying on the couch
Her friend is on the porch
Trying to figure out
"And I just want to know when's it gonna end?"
"And I just want to know what am I supposed to do?"
Still haven't found my exit
Still stuck in my old ways
Still haven't found my exit
But I'm searching every day
Still haven't found my exit
Still stuck in my old ways
Still haven't found my exit
But I'm searching every day
Still haven't found my exit
Still stuck in my old ways
Still haven't found my exit
But I'm searching every day