Weak tables

On the outside, I'm a social butterfly
But on the inside, it buries me alive
I'm barely getting by
Scared of getting high
On the thought that anybody with a shovel could save my life
But I don't think I want 'em to

Dig me up, dig me up, I guess
I was tired of the light but my eyes have finally had enough of rest
Fuck it, I don't know
Fuck it, I don't know

On the outside, I'm a social butterfly
But on the inside, I'm stuck in my cocoon
Why wake up
Every afternoon
To my friends lingering around I tell them: See you soon
But I don't think that I ever will

Bring me out, let me spread my wings
But don't be upset if I decide to shed those things
And go back inside
Go back inside

Dig me up, dig me up, I guess
Bring me out, lay my head to rest
Dig me up, dig me up, I guess
Bring me out, lay my head to rest

Just dig me up
Come on and dig me up
Fuck it, I don't know
Fuck it, I don't know