This Must Be a Place

I'm a rat in a trap and that's that
I'm the monkey on your back
I wanna go home, 'cause I'm feeling alone
And everyones looking down at their phones
Can you tell me what the fuck happened
In the years that went by that I spent napping?
It happens, and you can't subtract them
I never party but somehow I'm always at them late

And I'm gonna get drunk fast and withhold my name
And then I'll walk right past the doorway I came in
The room you felt alone in
Another Irish goodbye, another social sin

Introverted like this
Then you're on the verge of a break-an anxiety crisis
But then you didn't seem too silent
Kind of alive, so I figured you'd be alright and
I made a break to another room
There was a mess of the stuff they needed another vacuum
I never felt so cheap
I always felt so used, now I feel so weak and late

And I got drunk fast, and withheld my name
I tried to walk right past
The room that you were in, the room I fell in love in
Another tragic hello, another beginning
And I know what they say
You gotta keep yourself protected
Like loves just some selfish game
Where I always let them win