Can I Get an Alcohol?

I'm sorry were you talking I was zoning out Staring at your ceiling Trying to figure out Why the hell your light's not centered in your room Holding your hand loosely Like a corpse on you couch I'm sure your neighbors hate us Based on the walls in your house And your friends aren't known to be the quiet types I'm sorry this is how you'll find out I need a little time to myself I'll talk to you soon Can I fake a smile Just even for a couple hours Consume depressants To make it a little harder Looks like tonight I'll be disappointing you Can I call you when I feel like myself Just when I'm sure I won't need your help I'll talk to you soon I'm sorry were you talking I was zoning out Staring at your ceiling Trying to figure out Why the hell I'll never be happy in one place Falling apart in your living room Surrounded by people I barely know or even want to talk to Do I even want you Sorry were you talking I was zoning out Staring at your ceiling Trying to figure out Why the hell your light's not centered in your room And do I even want you