Composer : Lauren Eliza Boyko

I was pretty bad for you and you were really bad for me

And sure it took some time for us to realize cold reality

I'm gonna head outside 'cause I just might pass out

There's no room for me to think in this crowded little house

And I can't handle

Oh my God, not another awkward encounter

Oh my God, my anxieties are in the gutter

Oh my God, I think I need another cigarette

I think I need another cigarette

What you never understood was that my heart was somewhere far

Away through the woods and over the plains, where my family members are

But you'll never understand because that bridge was burnt up fast

It's claustrophobic in this room and I don't wanna pass by you

Oh my God, not another awkward encounter

Oh my God, my anxieties are in the gutter

Oh my God, I think I need another cigarette

I think I need another cigarette

Now I know I'll see you at shows, and I hate the goddamn fact

It'll be so awkward that I'll wish I had stayed home and napped

I feel a fever coming on, I'm more comfortable on my own

And I wouldn't have come out if I had known

Oh my God, not another awkward encounter

Oh my God, my anxieties are in the gutter

Oh my God, I think I need another cigarette

I think I need another cigarette

Oh my God, ooh my God

Oh my God, ooh my God

Oh my God, I think I need another cigarette

I think I need another cigarette