Go Outside: Stare At The Sun

I’ll stop when the night starts
Like some confusing place
These lines are blurring, bleeding eye sockets, slurring
I'm calling off dive bars
I wasn't built for this
I’ve got the patience, but my form’s getting reckless

How come I'm a wreck? I'm dying to call you up
I’ve just a few things to tell you
About becoming a recluse
How come I'm a wreck? I'm dying to call you up
I’ve just a few things to tell you

Whoa oh, relax, I'm just trying to breathe
A winter social, making plans in my living room
Whoa oh, relax, I'm just trying to leave
The same apartment I just can’t seem to walk through

How come I'm a wreck? I'm dying to call you up
I’ve just a few things to tell you
About becoming a recluse
I wouldn’t be such a wreck if I could call you up
I’ve just a few things to tell you
Before you become a recluse, too