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