I want you to know, when I'm all alone
I want you to know, when I need to go home
You don't get it, your spacial awareness is captivating
You don't get it, your social exceptance is nauseating
Out of my skin, and out onto the pavement
Pray for my sins, and then I'll start to repent
You don't get it, your spacial awareness is captivating
You don't get it, social exceptance is nauseating
Peel the paint off of the walls, never leave this room at all
Peel the paint off of the walls, never leave this room at all
You don't get it, your spacial awareness is captivating
You don't get it, your social exceptance is nauseating