Armchair Martian Scared Of My Friends
scared of being all alone
scared of people who i've met and i've known
so weighing the odds
i'd rather be alone
so i'm returning you, everyone i know
scared of failing in the end
and i'd cut all ties with you
but i'd really miss my friends
and this might sound strong
but it's the weakest i've ever known
well i get along
thought that i've been selfish
but now i know it's fear
giving in and getting out
leaving when you're near
and i don't deny all of the lies
and i don't deny, hell i hardly even tried
left of the mark, or closer to the stare
and if not for pride, i'd be meeting you somewhere
when you reel me back in the end
when you really kill me, with whatever you said
again it begins, or in the end
ages of silence, one second and you win
this might sound strong
but it's the weakest i've ever known
well i get along
