Impossible

I’ve got a habits I know
Of picking on your faults
It fakes a lot to make you mad
But if I tried I’m sure I would
And if my Sunday gets too dull
Would you allow me to be
Awful, I mean miserable, impossible?
That’s what friends are for
I’ve noticed just by watching other people
While they’re talking to each other
Since this party started
I’ve been feeling pretty shaky
Like a fish out of cold water
In a glass of Coca-Cola