You know, the thing about seeing people Is deciding what you want ´em to see Will they wish that I could stay forever Or will they want me to leave?
Maybe they´re just racking up All the ways that I fucked up I bet you when they´re on their own They´re shit talkin´ all the way home
Oh, shit talkin´ all the way home Oh, shit talkin´ all the way home, all the way home
You know, the thing about seeing people Is the guarantee of having regrets I spent the whole day getting ready But they don´t seem impressed
Hype myself out the door My psych said I should get out more Tried to find the words to bail Instead I send, "I´m here! Downstairs"
Oh, shit talkin´ all the way home Oh, shit talkin´ all the way home Oh, shit talkin´ all the way home Oh, shit talkin´ all the way home, all the way home
Next time maybe I´ll stay home I do better on my own Puts me in an awful mood To test my social aptitude
Oh, shit talkin´ all the way home Oh, shit talkin´ all the way home Oh, shit talkin´ all the way home Oh, shit talkin´ all the way home, all the way home All the way home, all the way home