I'll admit it, I can't help it
When I smile I look batshit
I don't want to be here anymore than you
Always grateful, not excited
Body aches but I can hide it
I can make this old house divided stand
Yes I can
Oh
VIP passes and red wine in plastic cups
Oh
If they ask, say I'm doing just fine
But to tell you the truth
I'm just dying inside
Oh
Black ties and white wine
And all seats are assigned
Oh
If they ask, say I'm doing just fine
But to tell you the truth
I'm still dying inside
Dying inside