Sitting on the Fringe - Heart Attack Man

Sometimes I can’t help myself from overthinking everything

And I just want to fall asleep

At least for a few hours

I get wrapped up in things that people say

Of whom I haven’t seen in months

But I’m sure that we’ll bump shoulders soon enough

For a couple minutes

I’ve been sitting on the fringe

But every now and then I’m roped back in

Do you still even see me as a friend?

Am I just some kind of sentimental crutch

That you keep tucked underneath your bed accumulating dust?

Is it worth it to even keep in touch?

I can’t help but notice

I’ve been so damn tired of everyone I know

I’ve been so damn tired of everyone I know

I’ve been so damn tired of everyone I know

I’ve been so damn tired of everyone I know