My head is splitting Like atoms before fallout Each footstep echoing From the floor above me Rings loudly as a gunshot And the muffled conversation Sounds like a crowd a million strong I want to shut off To restart my brain But socializing That great and terrible wyrm Stands between me and my goal The glittering treasure Aspirin A warm bed And I'd much rather suffer here Than slay the misunderstood beast
There's being an introvert, and then there's not wanting to go upstairs to get pain relief for your splitting headache because there are guests over