Bottles break, music plays
Conversations competing for space
I look for a corner or a quieter room
There's no heat in this house
I can't breath with these words in my mouth
But I'm not going to say them
Yeah, I've made that mistake before

these lyrics bring me back to the days where I was trying to be something im not ... im more of a night owl.. a solo man.. the extraverted exterior wares off when you're tailing an 8th or 9th drink and realize youd rather be home eating nachos and drinking water.