Little Me

Eyes wider than my face Everyone's still peaking Movement like leather All my backseats are driving Psychos don't get the buzz Roll in a circular motion If I paint behaviour with patterns At least I can predict the commotion Everyone's all, screaming droll 'Bout my alcohol reflection froze Little me has fallen down Into that hole, that hole Fully grown by that hole In my home, that hole in my home He's been speaking off my ear I just try to keep his head from moving I just try to keep his head from moving Knocks at the door of my spaceship Knocks at the door of my spaceship But I am in the mood for schmoozing I in the mood to schmooze When will these people cool down When will these people cool I hope that I'm not sober I hope that I'm not sober We all recognise we're older We all recognise we're older Why would I suck another over? That hole, that hole I'm fully grown by that hole in my home That hole in my home That hole, that hole It got so slow, it's the H-O one three L-E, is my home