Your eye on the bottle,
That you had on the shelf
All but forgotten,
How to cast these spells

It happens too often,
I get overwhelmed
I'm high on a mountain,
To down in the skids
I have a theory for what this is,
I can't be that way again

It may be the fashion,
It may be the rage
I guess when I'm laughin'
I'm showin' my age

Attempt at compassion,
By breakin' my gaze
I'm silently countin'
Backward from ten,
Tryin' not laugh out loud again,
Sorry about that friend

It isn't the nation,
So much as it's you
You keep on pretending like you're,
You're still twenty-two

If you're at the height of it, then the,
Then the bottom will do
It may sound defeatist,
But it's never been
I have to be happy in my own skin,

I'm happy to not fit in
I'm happy to not fit in
I'm happy to not fit in
I'm happy to not fit in