This Must Be a Place

I'm a rat in a trap and that's that

I'm the monkey on your back

I wanna go home 'cause I'm feeling alone

And everyone's looking down at their phones

Can you tell me what the fuck happened

In the years that had passed that I spent napping?

It happens and you can't subtract them

I never party but somehow I'm always at them late

And I'm gonna get drunk fast and withhold my name

And then I'll walk right past the doorway

I came in the room you felt alone in

Another Irish goodbye, another social sin

Introverted like this

Then you're on the verge of a break, an anxiety crisis

But you didn't seem too silent

Kind of alive so I figured that you'd be alright

And I made a break to another room

There was a mess of the stuff, they needed another vacuum

I never felt so cheap

I always felt so used now I feel so weak and late

And I got drunk fast and withheld my name

I tried to walk right past the room that you were in

The room I fell in love in

Another tragic hello, another beginning

And I know what they say: You gotta keep yourself protected

Like love's just a selfish game where I always let them win