There's a bus stop across my street
Where every morning people meet and greet
They smile and wave and they have a chat
About the problems the other's have
Suzie asked Tom about his dad
But I
Still won't say "Hi"
To my neighbors
There's a party in the Tri-Sig dorm
Where smoking cigarettes is the norm
The music's loud and the girls are proud
There's way too many people than this building allows
Everyone's drunk enough to makeout
But I
Just sit quietly
In the corner
I keep waking up from this nightmare
Where I'm completely unaware that
I'm the center of attention
But that wasn't part of my intentions
I try to run but I'm last in line
Behind three thousand people waiting at the turnpike