It's a cold night in November
And we're crowded outside
I'm smoking but I don't smoke
I'm laughing but I want to cry
There's people in the bathroom
Talking about how they're gonna change
They're going to start with their bad habits
They're going to create themselves a name
You're just one step away from me telling you
How I feel, I'd rather listen to the rain
Than talk to you
Now I'm fighting on the dance floor
Trying to find my way out the door
Trying to find the nearest exit so I can get home
Now he's decided to pick up a knife
And the party has just died inside
He's going to cry
He's going to cry
He's going to cry
You're just one step away from me telling you
How I feel, I'd rather listen to the rain
Than talk to you
Everybody looks pretty good in the right light
Nobody wants to look good inside
Well nobody does and I can guarantee it
And I think you're a liar if you can't admit
Stupid is as stupid feels
I want to die behind the wheel
Then everybody cries and compliments me
Is this what I have to do to get people to like me?