Bizawi - Late me out

Clicking till six o'clock
When the mice drop from hands to the sowers of thoughts
They talk, and gawk at me, they know what I think
Lazy people, go-on grab your drink
Socialize, familiarize it's a part of the job
Robbing of your time? snob
Some people tell me i don't know how to have fun, but I think I do
It's a pint discussion, getting shallow every smite
I fight succussion, trying not to zone out
But it's bordom, looking for a swoon
Antepartum goon, leaning is my boon
Need a lot of knowledge cots
Unique thoughts, seeds, rocks

Open the door
Open the door
Need a lot of knowledge cots
Unique thoughts, seeds, rocks
Open the door
Open the door

Faces melded to screens, modern manner
Felted traces of dreams, melt together
A conversation is secondary to drinking in a group
While being alone, feels like in a loop
Crying babies, relationships in doubt
Few of the excuses that keeps them flout
The evening is done it's quite late
I guess pretending is contagious like hate
Sucked inside the character, animating
Trying to belong the intellectual affair of faking
To be normal, to be popular
Do we take it far, sagging on the bar
The streets are warping, clouds of breath
Someone just threw at me a F
Stumbling, they'll continue roam
I have things to do at home
Need time to learn more
Need original thoughts

Open the door
Open the door
Open the door
Open the door
Open the door
Open the door
Open the door
Open the door
Open the door
Open the door