Absent intuition There's opinion, and there's truth Concepts reaching outwards Making distance, gaining youth I don't really think I wanna be Caught up with the "chatter and the small talk of the scene" I think that I'm probably gonna leave I'd rather be at home, and maybe smoking weed Don't wanna go anywhere at all Just wanna get lost inside my head Sleeping in again, losing all my friends Isolation's key until the end And you could say that isolation's key Oh do I have news for you Oh I've lost this game for good Absent intuition There's opinion, and there's truth Concept reaching outwards Making distance, gaining youth I'm sick of this