Someone just spilled red wine on the white couch And someone's in the corner, too high, tryna come down And I'm just tryna find someplace I can sit down Too quiet, too loud Fit in, stand out I've been the kid at the top of the stairs Wondering what's going on down there I've been in the band, I've been the girlfriend And been too cool to care I've showed up alone and bummed a few smokes Been the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost So you'd think by now I'd know Now everybody's in the kitchen, talking shit "She's been a real bitch since she got famous" And we're just tryna read each other's faces Too shy, too proud Fit in, stand out I've been the kid at the top of the stairs Wondering what's going on down there I've been in the band, I've been the girlfriend And been too cool to care I've showed up alone and bummed a few smokes Been the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost So you'd think by now I'd know It's kinda funny that I don't
