Warning

(First message)

You know what it's like to be in a room full of people

But still feel completely alone?

I feel that all the time

I feel that all the time

I've never been the type to talk first

In fact it kinda freaks me out to converse

I'll never know why, but it always hurts

To be an extroverted introvert

But as far back as I remember

I could find the words for every tear for every temper

It's poetry that found me when I was in a dark hole

Yeah, it's poetry that came into my life and saved my soul

So what the **** is this social anxiety?

I can say goodbye with alcohol and that's the irony

'Cause I don't want to drink, I don't want to like drinking

But sometimes it's the only way to shut up all the thinking

So I drink

And maybe I take a bump

And one leads to the next and suddenly I'm ****ing drunk

And then I blackout

When I wake up in the morning, I hate who I've become

But it's too late to send a warning

It's too late to send a warning

Yeah, it's too late to send a warning