quoi faire de moi

Apartment party, no one looks at me
Yet I'm here, right under their eyes
I fade away, don't take much space
Whatever I do, I'm alone in the middle of the living room
No heels, boyish style
I keep my distance from those who dance

I don't know what to do with myself, sometimes
I feel better a little further from people
I don't know what to do with myself, sometimes
I wonder if everyone else is pretending
Surely

I put on a mini-short, though I prefer jeans
My eyes overflow (with invisible tears)
I pretend to be on my phone, it goes-, in my head
There are too many people in the room, heart racing
They're all too tall, loud, at ease
And I'm here (are you ready? Ah, yeah)

I don't know what to do with myself, sometimes
I feel better a little further from people
I don't know what to do with myself, sometimes
I wonder if everyone else is pretending
Surely (surely)

I don't know what to do with myself
Aah, ah-aah
Ah-aah, ah, ah, ah