Sitting on the Fringe

Sometimes I can't help myself from overthinking everything
And I just want to fall asleep
At least for a few hours
I get wrapped up in things that people say
Of whom I haven't seen in months
But I'm sure that we'll bump shoulders soon enough
For a couple minutes

I've been sitting on the fringe
But every now and then I'm roped back in
Do you still even see me as a friend?
Am I just some kind of sentimental crutch
That you keep tucked underneath your bed accumulating dust?
Is it worth it to even keep in touch?

I can't help but notice
I've been so damn tired of everyone I know
I've been so damn tired of everyone I know
I've been so damn tired of everyone I know
I've been so damn tired of everyone I know