Dedicated to the Awkward Little Humans Out There
I understand better than you think,
About how you fret at a wink.
What do you say if he comes over?
This is not a problem to face sober.
Salt the tequeila and order up!
Drown your problems with a cup.
One shot down, another might help
Oh shit he’s looking again, welp.
Please remind me to buy a can of mace,
Fuck, why did I leave the house in the first place?
The introvert struggle is real,
Just a little poem to let you know how we feel.