Bad at Parties

It's nothing like it was before
Tell us what you wanted most

Something sits in the side of my tongue
Grass is growing on my thumb
Tell us what it means to want
Visiting all my old haunts

Went to the party
I just sit on the back stairs

Sitting outside, foot in face
Meet you at your grandma's place
Something lies in the side of my lungs
Hard to forget it when it comes

Went to the party
I just sit on the back stairs

It isn't what you'd thought it'd be
What is it now that you see
That you see
That you see
Golden me
I could be free