Through to Me

I don’t go outside because I can’t control the environment
And feeling’s not quite the word
And my eyes are dead giveaways of how I spent today
Emptying my pockets on countertops of all the bars on the streets and blocks
We came to the party to wait in the car and watch all the smokers clutter the
yard
Twiddle your fingers back and forth and write it all off like we’ve done before
We can only stay for so long
We’ve got plans that will be gone by the time you get through to me
Cigarettes and sleeping pills — and I wash it all down with black coffee
Another working night with nonstop planning — what’s it gonna be tonight?
We’ve got no substitute for good and cheap substance abuse
With blurry eyes and f*cked up smiles — our best disguises are all of the piles
of shit
That we talk and talk while everyone else just soaks and soaks
Oh! What I’ll know when you get through to me
We get to the party just to wait in the car and watch all of the smokers
clutter the yard
The fleeting figures always take too long, one’s always just gotta hear her
favorite song
Another one says that I must be wrong
They won’t let me say what I mean, and you can’t get right through to me