| You know, the thing about seeing people |
| Is deciding what you want them to see |
| Will they wish that I could stay forever |
| Or will they want me to leave |
| Maybe they’re just racking up |
| All the ways that I fucked up |
| I bet you when they’re on their own |
| They’re shit talkin' all the way home |
| Oh… shit talkin' all the way home |
| Oh… shit talkin' all the way home |
| All the way home |
| You know, the thing about seeing people |
| Is the guarantee of having regrets |
| Spent the whole day getting ready |
| But they don’t seem impressed |
| Hype myself out the door |
| My psych said I should get out more |
| Tried to find the words to bail |
| Instead I send «I'm here! Downstairs» |
| Oh… shit talkin' all the way home |
| Oh… shit talkin' all the way home |
| Oh… shit talkin' all the way home |
| Oh… shit talkin' all the way home |
| All the way home |
| Next time maybe I’ll stay home |
| I do better on my own |
| Puts me in an awful mood |
| To test my social aptitude |
| Oh… shit talkin' all the way home |
| Oh… shit talkin' all the way home |
| Oh… shit talkin' all the way home |
| Oh… shit talkin' all the way home |
| All the way home |
| All the way home |
| All the way home |