Mr Awkward
WARBEATS MUSIC
[Verse 1]
Walk into the room, head down low,
Wanna talk to you, but I just don’t know.
Look in your direction I’m trippin' on my words,
Tongue-tied, I’m stuck, feelin so absurd.
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I'm sweatin' bullets, heart racin' fast,
Tryna play it cool, but how long can I last?
Seein' you laughin', but you're outta my lane,
Call me Mr. Awkward, feelin' the strain.
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm a fish outta water, lost in the crowd,
Tryna blend in, but I'm standin' out loud.
Feelin' hella awkward, (hella awkward)
can't find my groove,
holdin up the wall, with nothin' to prove.
[Verse 2]
Tryna start a convo with ya, but my brain’s a blank slate,
Every word I say feels like a big mistake.
Stumblin' through small talk, man, it’s a chore,
Wishing I could impress you, cant take it no more.
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I'm sweatin' bullets, heart racin' fast,
Tryna play it cool, but how long can I last?
Folks havin' a blast, but I'm outta sync,
Call me Mr. Awkward, always on the brink.
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm a fish outta water, lost in the crowd,
Tryna blend in, but I'm standin' out loud.
Feelin' hella awkward, (hella awkward)
can't find my groove,
holdin up the wall, with nothin' to prove.
[Bridge]
Maybe one day I’ll get it right, (get it right)
Stop feelin’ like a deer caught in the headlights.
But for now, I’m just tryna survive, (gotta survive)
In this crazy world, I wanna make you mine.
[Verse 3]
You sit there pretty face smilin' like the sun,
But my heart keeps racin', what have I done.
Too shy to approach, stuck in my shell,
Just watchin' from afar, under your spell.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I'm sweatin' bullets, nerves on high,
Wanna say somethin', but you know I'm too shy.
You're like a dream, but I'm in a daze,
Call me Mr. Awkward in the awkward haze.
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm a fish outta water, lost in the crowd,
Tryna blend in, but I'm standin' out loud.
Feelin' hella awkward, (hella awkward)
Can't find my groove
Fish outta water, lost in the crowd,
Tryna blend in, but I'm standin' out loud.
Feelin' hella awkward, (hella awkward)
Can't find my groove
holdin up the wall, with nothin' to prove.
[Outro]
So here’s to the misfits, the socially scared,
We’re all in this together, just a little impaired.
One day we'll own it, but until then,
I'll be that awkward guy, again and again.