Suddenly my nails are the most interesting thing in the world
the room becomes smaller it starts to whirl
my hand's sweat, my mouth dry, feel like I'm gonna hurl
the buzz from my drink not enough to keep my calm
I curl my toes and take a breath
hope to god no one knows, that the anxiety doesn't show
I hold my breath and look around the room
feels like I'm drowning in a sea of familiar faces
My friends faces as foreign as those of strangers