ANTISSOCIAL (feat. Abbot)

Just come here
Inside my room there's smoke
Alone

Antisocial
I sit at the table, I don't ask for anything
I don't talk to anyone
My back hurts, my eyes hurt
They say I'm not doing well
All my friends, they say the same
You didn't do me good

It's that girl, you hurt me
With those stories
It's that girl, you hurt me
With those stories
It's that girl, you hurt me
With those stories
(My feelings became a joke)

Antisocial
I sit at the table, I don't ask for anything
I don't talk to anyone
My back hurts, my eyes hurt
Some say I'm not doing well
All my friends, they say the same
You didn't do me good

It's that girl, you hurt me
With those stories
It's that girl, you hurt me
(My feelings became a joke)
(But I found out I was the wrong person)
With those stories
It's that girl, you hurt me
(My feelings became a joke)
With those stories

Antisocial
Antisocial
Antisocial
My feelings became a joke

Antisocial
When I find out I was the wrong person
Antisocial
When I find out I was the wrong person
Antisocial
When I find out I was the wrong person
Antisocial
When I find out I was the wrong person
Antisocial
When I find out

When I find out I was the wrong person
When I find out I was the wrong person
When I find out I was the wrong person
When I find out I was the wrong person
When I find out I was the wrong person
When I find out I was the wrong person