Extra Introvert by Dott

Fallen down a hole, as empty as a fish-bowl.
Thought I knew it all, but now my back's against the wall.
Rather be at home, or anywhere alone.
Hiding in the bathroom, deciding my next move.

I'm getting late, while my thoughts percolate.

I might lie in bed, cringing over what I said.
Might have been a year ago, but I can't let it go.
If I was more like you, so effortlessly cool.
Filling up them big shoes, filling up them big shoes.

I'm getting late, while my thoughts percolate.
Can you wait? While I stutter and shake.

I don't know how to talk to you.

I'm getting late, while my thoughts percolate.
Can you wait? While I stutter and shake.

I don't know how to talk to you.

• DIY
• Pop
• dream pop
• garage
• garage pop
• harmonies
• indie pop
• indie rock
• pop
• Ireland