Faye Webster - Room Temperature

Looks like I've been crying again over the same thing
I wonder if anyone has ever cried for me
Nothing means anything, at least anymore
Even my tears have gone room temperature

I should get out more, I should get out more
I should get out more, I should get out more
I should get out more, I should get out more

I was sitting here last year, the same time ago
Still wearing the same thing, these aren't even my clothes
I just don't change that much 'cause who's to impress?
There's nobody around when I'm at my best

I should get out more, I should get out more
I should get out more, I should get out more
I should get out more, I should get out more

I should get out more, I should get out more
I should get out more, I should get out more
I should get out more, I should get out more
I should get out more, I should get out more
I should get out more, I should get out more