Are we holding our breath?
Are you really so depressed?
Sometimes it’s hard to remember you’re my friend
So I talk to you through my songs instead
And I know I’m being cold and acting guarded
But I can’t get stoned so I’m alone at the party
And how we danced at the show
Even with our bags and coats
I knocked into your elbow
And almost fell onto the floor
I was all arms and legs
When I looked into your face
But now I’m bruised and buckling
Did you notice we were touching?
And I know I’m being cold and acting guarded
But I can’t get stoned so I’m alone at the party
And I can tell you’re afraid
And I hate to see you that way
But I could be your loner
If you would be my stoner
And I don’t know if it means a thing to you
Maybe partly?
But I’m glad to know you’re sad too
And feel alone at the party