The Corner's Dilemma - Free Throw

A room full of people, too anxious to mingle

My brain yells at me, «It's the perfect time

To get existential, your body’s a rental»

Push back, tell myself that I’m just fine

More people show up, I think I might throw up

Go out for some fresh air to clear out my mind

There’s more people out there, this shit is a nightmare

I wanna go home, but I’ll piss off my ride

(So I’ll just keep drinking)

And hope for the best

Let my brain do the rest

Man, fuck it, whatever, I guess

Sometimes I think I’ve wasted my whole life

Chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a whole lot of beer

A part of me figures there’s no fight left in the shell of a person I became

this year

Fuck, is that the first place I go?

Why can’t I, for one night, let this roll off my shoulders?

Damn, this is bleak

I know I’m not this weak

I thought people got wiser when older?

Then again, I think I’ve wasted my whole life

Chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a whole lot of beer

A part of me figures there’s no fight left in the shell of a person I became

this year

I wonder if my parents know why I’m a recluse and I don’t leave my house on

most days

When my friends ask if am all right, I lie straight to their faces and say I’m

okay

I just want to be a normal person

Or anything but me

Stuck in a room full of people, too anxious to mingle

My brain yelling that «it's the perfect time

To get existential, your body’s a rental

And something is wrong, I think you might be dying»

(Oh no)

(I just want to be a normal person

Or anything but me)

(I just want to be a normal person)

To think that I’ve wasted my whole life chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a

whole lot of beer

(Or anything but me)

A part of me knows that there’s no fight left in the shell of a person I became

this year

(I just want to be a normal person)

To think that I’ve wasted my whole life chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a

whole lot of beer

(Or anything but me)

A part of me knows that there’s no fight left in the shell of a person I became

this year

(I just want to be a normal person)

To think that I’ve wasted my whole life chasing my pipe dreams with shots and a

whole lot of beer

(Or anything but me)

A part of me knows that there’s no fight left in the shell of a person I became

this year

I think that I’ve wasted my whole life