New Friends

(Hey, do you want to hang out with-)

I know you're kind
I met you a hundred times before
And I'm still as exasperated
When you present me with these nagging mental chores
'Cause I got a tinker with my moral compass
Instead of having fun
And I gotta linger where my cranial trunk is
'Til one of us grows up

I want to know you
Let me be your friend
Can't you show some compassion now and then
It might feel good if you gave it a chance
It might feel nice if you could understand

It sucks, I'm scared to see you and everyone I meet
I'm terrified of building bonds from latching on
To fools and weird mentalities
I've got my guard up everywhere
In a somewhat consistent state of fear
But I'd rather be afraid than sit and weed out snakes
From my hair

I want to know you
Let me be your friend
Can't you show some compassion now and then
It might feel good if you gave it a chance
It might feel nice if you could understand