Tomatoes (and the Ridicule)

Yeah, there's somebody at the door I'll get 'em Let's go Oh, who is at the door I better lift the energy inside this corridor There's many folks around me So we sing like troubadours I wonder if they count on me to lift up all your souls And socially perform We'll sip a couple Coors, pop a couple corks You can make the serving doubled This is not par for the course I hope you're feeling comfortable and never feeling forced 'Cause you know I can't afford For you to hate me For you to shame me For you to look at me and whisper that I'm crazy I'm feeling faded I'm in a Matrix Blood rushing like a race I can taste it Just have some patience Don't want surveillance So I'll run into the bathroom to face myself With the mirror looking back I'll erase myself With ideas, with the facts Better brace yourselves What'cha gonna do There's 20 other people in the living room, yeah Go get a stepping stool Or else you'll slip into the bottom of the kiddie pool Don't you know the rules What'cha gonna do The beaker's tipping over, spilling residue It's all around the table On the other tools Why am I the fool 'Cause I put myself in front of the tomatoes and the ridicule Tomatoes and the ridicule My anxiety ain't valid Yeah I'm ready to get rid of you Ooh Bad mix in the salad Yeah Tomatoes and the ridicule Play-Doh with the pity, ooh So hot like the flu You know I'm covered in red goo What can this can of Ragu do I guess we'll take it to the ballad Don't throw it (Look) Don't throw it (Yeah) Please don't throw it (Uh) Please don't throw it Look (Damn) Stumble back into the crowd Feet are heavier to lift Might crumble to the ground Mind spinning got me sick Steady fumbling around Finding words that kinda stick Lemme tumble-dry a couple ideas It'll be quick Yeah, I'm stunned to see your faces are fine I'm in the clique The entire time, I wanted escape I didn't fit Like the waistband too big Date plans are fake Inadequacy baked into my head Like cake, I ate Walk around the party They still shake Y'all got it started Raising like Cane's Pouring up Bacardi Want a better taste We can sip on Grade A once we get more paper Can't tell you later, uh Here's the serving of the medicine I gave her, uh Listen up, to myself You're gonna hate her, but She might come back quick with a vengeance Like What'cha gonna do There's 20 other people in the living room, yeah (Uh-huh) Go get a stepping stool (Yeah) Or else you'll slip into the bottom of the kiddie pool Don't you know the rules What'cha gonna do The beaker's tipping over, spilling residue It's all around the table On the other tools Why am I the fool 'Cause I put myself in front of the tomatoes and the ridicule (Oh) Tomatoes and the ridicule My anxiety ain't valid Yeah I'm ready to get rid of you, ooh Bad mix in the salad Yeah Tomatoes and the ridicule Play-Doh with the pity, ooh So hot like the flu You know I'm covered in red goo What can this can of Ragu do I guess we'll take it to the ballad Don't throw it (Look) Don't throw it (Yeah) Please don't throw it (Uh) Please don't throw it Look (Damn) Making sure the vibe's right real quick We still feeling alright, I think I'll let you know a good time for y'all to split, 'cuz I need a moment to reflect like I'm a shrink I need a moment to reflect like I'm a shrink I'll seek atonement for what I said over drinks Maybe no one noticed none Maybe I can just breathe But who knows