Talking Heads

[Intro] “What we doing tonight?” “I head theres a party out in town.” “…Great.” [Verse 1] Call it celebration, but the night don’t feel that great, Whole thing running loud, but it don’t change my state, Every little chat got the same worn-out weight, Soon as music drops, I’m right back in the same place. People keep on talking like the script ain’t gonna break, Crowds all switching faces, but it’s all the same shake, Someone throws a smile, but I see through every fake, And most of what I say don’t even sound like me, anyway. [Pre-Chorus] There’s always that moment when the night feels interchangeable, Faces blend together — every moment rearrangeable, Yeah, I heard their name, but to me they’re just forgettable, It's regrettable but I probably won’t remember you. [Chorus] Hoping for nothing, (no) It doesn’t matter to me. Laughing while I’m talking, It wouldn’t be naturally. All these talking heads, Just chattering happily. Something bad happens, Now that I’d be glad to see. [Verse] People talk in circles, same points said differently, Whole crowd acting busy just to fill the room superficially, Someone oversharing like they need a crowd officially, I just let it happen — none of this is hitting me. Couples taking photos like the night means everything, Someone hyping stories that I know ain’t worth remembering, Music keeps on cycling, and the mood stays flickering, All of this around me, but it barely feels like anything. [Chorus] Hoping for nothing, (no) It doesn’t matter to me. Laughing while I’m talking, It wouldn’t be naturally. All these talking heads, Just chattering happily. Something bad happens, Now that I’d be glad to see.