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 (You'd think) by now (By now) I'd know

It's kinda funny that I don't