As I scroll through Facebook and Instagram
I see that everyone is partying
Having a good time
Suddenly I become acutely aware of the silence that surrounds me
That's right I'm having an old fashion pity party
Whether it's being new in town or because of my age or some other unknown factor
I feel like I'm no longer the desired commodity I once was
I now find myself faced with a decision
Welcome the warm embrace of irrelevance
Or I don't know, maybe something more proactive
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave
Maybe I'll join a book club
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave
Or a soup group are those a thing
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave
I could take up improv
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave
Could that get me out of my shell
Sometimes I feel like my gift for small talk has decayed with age
Like I use to be really really good at small talk
And now
Every conversation I have devolves into stilted awkwardness
And I find myself asking
Is it me
Is it me
Is it them
Is it them
Is it me
Is it me
Is it them
Is it them
It's me
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave
What if I just left the house for once
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave
How about getting involved in local politics
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave
I should go to a sound bath
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave
Is this vegan
Let's die
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave
I won't die if you leave
I will die if you leave