Some people suffer from a social stage fright
Like the world is a sniper with a bright spotlight
You can hide behind a curtain
You can hide behind a mask
Or stand in the center with a high-ball glass
The whiskey makes it easy
Gets you out of your rut
And it loosens up the cannonball that's in your gut
But the very next morning ain't it hard to find
That you're leaving every single thing you love behind
So I drink this gin
And I take these pills
Just because I don't have social skills
The whiskey burns
And the wine it spills
Just because I don't have social skills
When your hands get clammy and your tongue gets fat
You'd love to say this but instead you say that
When your heart starts to pounding like to break your spine
Like it wants to grow legs and find an exit sign
Have another double double til the lines get blurred
Til the jokes come easy and the phrase gets slurred
And everybody's happy while they're in control
And nothing ever suffers but the liver and the soul
So I drink this gin
And I take these pills
Just because I don't have social skills
The whiskey burns
And the wine it spills
Just because I don't have social skills
Well I drink this gin
And I take these pills
Just because I don't have social skills
And the pain it causes is the pain it kills
Just because I don't have social skills