Last priority

All my friends like each other better And I've got scars underneath But do I have blood on my sweater? I'm not part of the conversation Till I invite myself in I can feel my anxiety right Under my skin Skin Skin I'm their last priority No one seems to have a reason To treat me like I treat them, oh no And isn't it wonderful To have someone to listen And help when I can't picture where I'll go Where I'll go