Cool Kids Table - Heart Attack Man

I can’t, wrap my head around it

Why you, keep on bringing up old shit?

Taking, its toll on my health

I don’t, feel like I can really be myself when I’m around you

Lest I want to face the side of you that I hate

Which in and of itself should really indicate

There is to some degree a certain sense of uncertainty

That you don’t fucking hate me

Why do I kid myself?

Why do I keep on pretending, there’s something

Worth even holding on to?

Worth holding on to

«Hey man, how have you been?

What’s up?

Haven’t seen you in months,» he says

And lights up a smoke

As I wonder how I’ll be made into the butt end of a joke

'Cause that’s all I am these days

Begging for crumbs, at the edge of the cool kids table

Am I unstable?

Is there something, that I’m not getting?

Am I letting, go of a good friend?

Or was I, merely pretending the whole time?

Why do I kid myself?

Why do I keep on pretending, there’s something

Worth even holding on to?

Worth holding on to

I’ll be just fine

We’ll still cross paths from time to time