[Verse 1]
You wake up in cold sweats
You crave disappointment
Which is your focus?
Main character syndrome (I've seen it first and I've been here first)
The party betrothes you
That's what you're into (I want it)
The party betrothes you
That's what you're into (He doesn't even know your final) ([?])

[Pre-Chorus]
Grant me once this petty respite
Punch this fucker in his face
He bids on tragic missed appointments
He smiles with only half his face

[Chorus]
It's not a problem it's his niche
It's classic signalling theory
'Cause every step he takes
Is laced with aspirations on his sleeves
Socially