I'm out with all my friends Sit in circles, we intend To all relate a bit Share our feelings talk some shit But we can't help but judge And thus repeats the cycle Hold your grudge And now I feel like shit Holding hands as we sink to the bottom Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Michael Cera Oh no, I'm feeling like Elijah Wood Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Toby from The Office Oh no, I'm okay Wear my heart on my sleeve But it's not cool to be naïve And now I look a fool While everyone else tries to be called cool I get excited sometimes And then I want to speak my mind Instead I feel like shit Holding hands as we sink to the bottom Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Eric Forman Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Liz Lemon Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Toby from The Office Oh no, I'm okay Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Michael Cera Oh no, I'm feeling like Elijah Wood Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Toby from The Office Oh no, I'm okay