I am one of those people
Hands closed, offering the solo
Once more, nothing but a no-show

Sitting in a restaurant sipping on water
There’s a fire, stand up, but I don’t even bother

What do you want to do with your life
They ask
Don’t bottle me up I’m more than what’s in
The flask
You’re selling me too tall, man
I can only handle one task

Sitting in the backroom
You talk and play your mind goes boom
You work to stay but what does it prove

I wish that I could be apart of the soup
But your kinds of mother fuckers are cliquey in groups

What do you want to do with your life
They ask
Don’t bottle me up I’m more than what’s in
The flask
You’re selling me too tall, man
I can only handle one task