Friday night, the TV's on

I'm passing my time on the couch watching pointless movies

Everybody's hanging out

The summer's here, it never ends

I'm dressed up in my rigid skin

Avoiding small talks constantly

My mind always drifts away from the meaning

Slipping out of consciousness

Reality aches when you dig out the past incautiously, obsessively

Please stop knocking on my door

All these great expectations are keeping me inside