Quarter Life Crisis

I feel so lonely, in a room that's full Need to stop holding my expectations so high Not everyone is kind like me Cares the same way as me Can listen, just like me Such a shame that I'm my own worst enemy I hate who I am The energy, this loud bright thing I've evolved to And you can't stand this And you fell far from the best And you held this A little too close to your chest Are you listening, or waiting for your turn to speak? Words flow out so effortlessly I can see how I can be cool I just give one too many, fucks Loves the eternal conflict I pull out of nothing It's not a talent, but at least it's there And you can't stand this And you fell far from the best And I held this A little too close to my chest