Folk

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I feel like I make folk uncomfortable,
In the room I'm walking like it's hot coals.
Eyes look away, smiles go stiff,
I don't know if I'm dodgy
Or if it's just my ugly mug.

I talk normal,
But there's something fucking weird about it.
She takes a wee step back
When I move forward without thinking.
I only wanted tae say hello,
Now I look like some psychopath.
I haven't even finished my sentence
And she's already looking for the nearest diplomatic exit.

Maybe they're scared I'll fuck them,
Aye, fair enough,
From the outside it's a fucking strange situation.
But I cannae even give a compliment
Without fucking everything up,
So imagining what comes after...

You dinnae need tae be psychic.

I've got the face of a guy
Who's plotting something,
When I'm actually just trying tae figure shit out.
I look calculating
When I'm completely fucking lost.
I look like I've got a plan
When I havenae even got a Plan B.

I pass a lass,
She grips her bag against her chest.
I wonder if it's me
Or if I look like a fucking criminal again.
I'd like tae tell her, "Dinnae worry,"
But it sounds so fucking suspicious
That I shut my mouth instead,
And somehow I look even more suspicious.

I feel like I scare folk
Without meaning tae.
I don't have the body of a killer,
Just the body of a guy who woke up ten minutes ago.
I don't have the charisma of the Devil,
I've got the charisma of a Monday.

I get it.
Leaving me alone in a room
Doesnae exactly make anybody excited.

And I think the worst part is
I'm starting tae get used tae it.
Watching folk walk away
Before they've even met me.
So I tell myself they're scared,
'Cause it saves me from thinking
That maybe they can see in my eyes
The very thing I'm trying tae hide.

'Cause deep down
I'm no' dangerous,
Just a wee bit weird.
A wee bit too much in my own head,
A wee bit too late to everything.

I don't wanna fuck them.
I'm mostly scared of being loved.

So, in the end...

Maybe we've both got
A pretty good reason tae stay the fuck away from each other.