Something That I’m Used To

Finally excused of outings
Finally an excuse
Never gotta feel crowded
But never feeling loose
What am I gonna do about it
What am I gonna do
Write a little hook about it
Write a little hook

Something that I’m used to
Something that I used to do
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Nothing that I wouldn’t do

Feeling short of breath a moment
Trying make due
Probably shoulda talked it over
Another day or two
What am I gonna do about it
What am I gonna do
Sitting in my room I'm pouting
Sitting in my room