Street talk and all the situations Isso me faz sentir estranho Ou as palavras que não suporto So I'll try to shuffle out of Every conversation I don't want to talk about your cats or feelings Of depression Cause it's easy to say I'm feeling fine I just sleep too much Don't eat enough And feel like jumping from a cliff But that's too long Of a drive So I'll just stay in bed Passing the time Thinking back to a lost kid Box haired, socially impaired Scared to death of a world Outside of his four walls And these blind eyes still see through broken lenses But he can't feel a thing It's all closing in Nothing makes sense In a world so greed driven I'm trying to see over the hill But it's more oncoming traffic brought on by panic And I'm fucked