You walked in and looked around,   Your eyebrows came together   What do you think you're looking for?   The atmosphere so cold   And yet your palms are sweating   What do you think you're looking for?      The atmosphere is so cold,   Your palms are sweating   Your curious stare is answered by glances   From the tables where little tiny worlds are sitting   Two to a universe   No empty space here for you to fill      And no one's making any room for you   And your hands hold your pockets   As other's hands hold other's   Other hands   And you're so self-contained   As others move so easily   Into each other's worlds      And you continue to observe   Curious and complacent   No complaints though, right?   You gave all that up long ago   Remember?   You're much better off alone   You're much better off alone      You could never understand them   Even if you wanted to   They could never understand you   Only continue   To move so easily into eachother's worlds   Easily ignoring you   Easily ignoring you, so   Turn around and go   Turn around and go   This is the last time   I'm going to remind you   This s the last time Im going to remind you