[Chorus: Zaena]
I'm sorry
That I can’t be
Who you want
But I can't breathe
There's no air
And I can’t be in this room
Maybe I'm just tired of being me

[Verse 1: Jason Maek + (Choir)]
If there's 100 people
And one of them took pictures
Now I gotta mail checks to every person on guest list
Please send me back your camera
Forget that you were over
Cause I can't let the public see what I look like not sober
I don't go out like that
(yea eh yea)
I like my couch in fact
(Yea eh yea)
That's where i end up on the weekends
I stay inside cause I'm alright with the fact we're not speaking
I look at my life
Don’t know where to begin
Im wasting my time
Losing all of my friends
I go out I go out I go out again
I go out a lot but don’t go on a limb
I should be by
(Self)
How i end up like this