Here I am at a party Dragged here by my pal Marty There’s people offering me coke I’m standing here the unfunny joke There’s a couple over there chugging beer Why did I agree to come here? Did I come here hoping to be seen? Even though I don’t have the party gene? This really isn’t my scene Are those people turning green? There’s twenty or more With my anxiety I feel sore All the people who want to chat I’m just an anti-social cat Standing here in my beanie hat There goes a guy, his name is Pat All these people around, although I feel alone Stuck on a lone rock like Al Capone Through all the noise and smoke There’s a fire being stoked At least it’s warm In this college dorm But I’m wishing that I stayed in bed Instead of with this social dread