i am the man in a shed
i never liked it
i've known you for half a year or ten days
my head spins from your lack of loneliness
you feel nice to think about until morning
i wish my words were bigger than
all the things my head thinks
i want my talks to be fireworks
i want faces to light up
i want the room to explode
i am selfish and still alone for the party
they love the big voice
so i scream
only to remember i am small
i am not the voice they want
why do i care so much
in the events i shouldn't
i push myself to keep our still dance in motion
then i remember i'm not the cute one
i'm not the cute one
it's neither of us
where did all my pride come from?
what did all my pride come from?
how did all my pride come from?
why did all my pride come from?