He takes to the stand
With a book of bad poetry and wine in his hand
Nothing so bad so far, but it's in his eyes
The words that he wrote
Obviously not enough to captivate the first three rows
He says he's waiting for attentive silence and I die inside
You ever hear an open mic all groan?
I'm sure the reason, he'll never know
Let's just say it's time to go home
It's super fucking awkward

This really could have been a nice meal, up until that
The worst we would have thought is that you bought a bad hat
Who'd have thought time could be so unkind?
The last thing you need
Is to highlight you're losing your hair at speed
Don't worry, we've got your back, we won't go after your pride
But yeah, thanks for pointing it out
We weren't bold and you called us out
And now there's nothing left to talk about
It's super fucking awkward

I know I've been where you are
To be honest, I'm surprised I haven't choked on my heart
I want to die at the things I've said, mostly to girls
And a few times to family and once to the world
But recognition's the key
I promise
It's super fucking awkward

Well it seems we're getting along
As the drinks grow small and the shadows are long
And at this point I'm not sure if I'm along for the ride
We leave each other alone
But the certainty grows as I stumble home
I'm sure that one last message would be worth the time
The minute it's left my phone
I've crossed a line and she lets me know
I shouldn't be allowed out alone
It's super fucking awkward