Leaning in an elevator
Let my body loosen as the metal box’s travel caters
Higher, counting up floors, potential stories skippin
Then it stops, doors then open, stranger walks in
Listen
I like to socialize, identify as an expert social butterfly
I won’t deny my skill at conversation and high fives
If I don’t seem like that, I know I won’t apologize
I’m that type of asian guy
But I’ll admit there’s an exception
In that fifteen seconds, I be thinking, Should I step in
Crush the awkward silence with a wrecking ball
and greet my friendly neighbor with a question
Pause
Ill-fitting, don’t it seem to bring talk back from the dead
Committing satanic, black magic grasping for friends
The end is slowly coming, reason tells me, no doubt
But what my feelings telling me is “I want the fuck out"

I know
That this shit is
hella awkward
I fold
all my time to
hellal awkward

When you wave and they don’t, it's (dot dot dot)
Miss a fist bump and it’s (dot dot dot)
Call them by the wrong name (dot dot dot)
Walking left or right it’s (dot dot dot)
Forget the damn punchline (dot dot dot)
Touch a stranger’s hand, make it (dot dot dot)
Send the wrong text, see the (dot dot dot)
Leave the same way, hella (dot dot dot)

So, you’re reuniting with a buddy for a hang out
You got your plans out: setting lunch and movie designations
and routes
No doubt, this friendship gonna cruise on sailing seas
I’m a be the captain, I’m a hook you: think it’s make believe
We approach, I’m expecting a warm embrace
From a pal of several years, start a friendly pace
In this case, I was wrong when reading his face
cause he reached out for a high five
My mind races: how do I avoid the fucking struggle?
I may have just implied that I’m really hoping to cuddle
Signs were muddled, got a couple milliseconds 'fore impact
But I’m intact: reach out, going for a fumble
And then there’s the rumble in the bond of friendship
Thought that me and him were tight, but chemistry suspended
The tension ends but cringing sets in
Man I hate the awkward trouble
That’s the way the cookie crumbles

Now, I’m with my girl
We’ve been together 2 whole years
Thought that we were going slow
She says “I love you”; oh dear
I’m not ready for that level
Things I could respond: there’s several
But my mind was running blanks
So all I said to her was “Thanks”