Shrinking Violet (Audiotree Live Version)

My turn to hide

Crawled under blankets

I thought that I won

But no one was looking for me

What did I do to get treated like that?

With a pit in my stomach like I shouldn't come

I can get better, but I'm always brought back to

Calling my mom, "Pick me up"

I still feel it

The same as seven

In the backseat when they turn up the music

When I show up right when everyone's leaving

Some things never get old

I still feel it

A shrinking violet

I'm the friend of a friend

I'm not invited

When I say too much

And the room goes quiet

Some things never get old

Fit in a jar

Try to behave for

The world at large

But expect the laughter

'Cause why do I still fear people like that?

With a pit in my stomach like I shouldn't come

Not any better, no, I'll never get past

Calling my mom, "Pick me up"

I still feel it

The same as seven

In the backseat when they turn up the music

When I show up right when everyone's leaving

Some things never get old

I still feel it

A shrinking violet

I'm the friend of a friend

I'm not invited

When I say too much

And the room goes quiet

Some things never get old

They never get old

They never get old

They never get old

They never get old

I still feel it

The same as seven

In the backseat when they turn up the music

When I show up right when everyone's leaving

Some things never get old

I still feel it

A shrinking violet

I'm the friend of a friend

I'm not invited

When I say too much

And the room goes quiet

Some things never get old