Misery Loves Company

Trying to get to know me

Well I waste my first impression

God damn the handshake

the grimace that my face makes

Home by half eleven

Can’t answer a simple question

Oh please, I’m weak

I got work, I need sleep

Quit messaging me

What kind of company are we?

“can’t you remember high school?”

I remember my teacher’s faces

Not sure you mean it

Then I forgot the feeling

Well if you’re asking

I must have been asleep through half my classes

somewhere in the night I broke your glasses

but you could still see my thoughts so easily

I swam the river

I started at the bottom and sunk in deeper

somewhere in the weeds and mud and eels I

Gotta get a foot down

gotta get a foot down

climbing 'cross the rafters

you can’t decode my answers

we’re lost, you can’t see, I look down, at your feet

and you're trailing the weeds

What kind of company are we?