A different version of myself has climbed out of a bottle
I'm not old enough to open
He's fun and loud and thinks everything's hilarious
For a couple of hours
I see him at parties my folks don't know I'm at
And sometimes at a mate's place
But when I realise it's myself that I'm looking at
I remember that the time of my life
Doesn't happen every day
Introversion extroversion are they both the same?
I wanna be with others but go out of my way
To be alone
Most days
When I'm free
But when forced out of comfort
I'll be
Down on the backseat
The jeans old and beat
I wonder if she'd be complete if he couldn't be beside her
He's so glad I got my Ps as he
Boasts that he's a sleaze to me and James
As he drives us away from his barely-legal carnal play
Too bad my plates are still red
When I realise it's myself I'm looking at, I remember
That the time of my life
Doesn't happen every day
Introversion extroversion are they both the same?
I just wanna be with others but go out of my way
To be alone
Most days