Testo Loser

I feel like a loser
when i’m standing in the shop line
And everybody’s somebody
I wanna be more like

It feels heavy,
Sittin’ on my chest
And everytime i open my mouth I’m embarrassing myself

I got this funny feeling (feeling)
Something’s not quite fitting in (fitting in)
Sort of like a sickness (sickness)
Sick from my existence

They say
Everything is bigger in my head
But i have doubts
Why do everyday situations
make it hard to leave my house?
For fear i’ll
Fuck things up,
Make a fool, Say somethin’ stupid
And I know it sounds just a little bit harsh
That I bet against myself to lose

This voice tells me,
To leave this party early,
Or better yet, just stay at home,
It’s not like anyone will notice