I'm out with all my friends
Sit in circles, we intend
To all relate a bit
Share our feelings talk some shit
But we can't help but judge
And thus repeats the cycle
Hold your grudge
And now I feel like shit
Holding hands as we sink to the bottom
Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Michael Cera
Oh no, I'm feeling like Elijah Wood
Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Toby from The Office
Oh no, I'm okay
Wear my heart on my sleeve
But it's not cool to be naïve
And now I look a fool
While everyone else tries to be called cool
I get excited sometimes
And then I want to speak my mind
Instead I feel like shit
Holding hands as we sink to the bottom
Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Eric Forman
Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Liz Lemon
Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Toby from The Office
Oh no, I'm okay
Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Michael Cera
Oh no, I'm feeling like Elijah Wood
Oh no, I'm feeling like I'm Toby from The Office
Oh no, I'm okay