The Couch

I sit here; you sit there

I try to avoid your sidelong stare

Your hands are twitching by your side

I ignore the nerves you try to hide

 

This is why I don't go out on dates

It's not the people, it's the situations I hate

Please don't take this personally

And please, forget who you're trying to be

 

I'm getting tired

Of social requirements

I wanna be somewhere, anywhere, anywhere else

But I'm stuck here on this couch

 

No, I don't wanna hold your hand

You're a little too close, is it weird if I stand?

I cross my legs and uncross them again

Why am I here and not out with my friends?

 

Why'd I agree to this? I honestly forget

It was a stupid decision I really regret

I swear I'm gonna kill her for setting us up

You offer to get drinks but I've already got a cup…

 

I'm getting tired

Of social requirements

I wanna be somewhere, anywhere, anywhere else

But I'm stuck here on this couch

 

This is why I don't go out on dates

It's not the people, it's the situations I hate

This is why I don't go out on dates

It's not the people, it's the situations I hate

 

I'm getting tired

Of social requirements

I'm getting tired

Of social requirements

 

I wanna be somewhere, anywhere, anywhere else

I wanna be somewhere, anywhere, anywhere else

 

But I'm stuck here on this couch

 

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