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