Weak Tables (Revisited)

On the outside, I'm a social butterfly But on the inside, it buries me alive I'm barely getting by Scared of getting high On the thought that anybody with a shovel could save my life But I don't think I want 'em to Dig me up, dig me up, I guess I was tired of the light but my eyes have finally had enough of rest Fuck it, I don't know Fuck it, I don't know On the outside, I'm a social butterfly But on the inside, I'm stuck in my cocoon Why wake up Every afternoon To my friends lingering around I tell them, "See you soon" But I don't think that I ever will Bring me out, let me spread my wings But don't be upset if I decide to shed those things And go back inside Go back inside Dig me up, dig me up, I guess Bring me out, lay my head to rest Dig me up, dig me up, I guess Bring me out, lay my head to rest Fuck it, I don't know Fuck it, I don't know Fuck it, I don't know Fuck it, I don't know