Handful I'd Actually Call

Verse 1

I stepped in the room like I owned the place

Made a joke 'bout the fit, girl, you got no taste

Made a little friend, but I can't recall his name

I'd say I'd come back, but I think I'm in shame

Why the hell is the music so bad?

Said this girl was a ten, but I think I was mad

I'm the funniest guy in the room

Don't believe me? Take my word

I'm a terrible dancer, but you should see us

Chorus

It's just a quick one, quick one

Making friends with strangers

Telling lies and exaggerating

Feeling like I'm the funniest

It's just a quick one, quick one

Making friends with strangers

And somehow, I ended up at a house party full of people I barely know

Verse 2

She said, "I love what you're saying," but she didn't listen

A guy I never met said, "Bro, you're basically my twin"

He talked about himself for like twenty minutes

Then asked, "What's your name?" and I'm like, "Damn, I missed it"

Everybody wants attention

Every conversation's interrupted

Everybody wants attention

I can't remember half of the names

Bridge

(Outside)

Naomi texted, "How's your night goin'?"

For the first time, I actually wanna talk

(Outside)

Naomi texted, "How's your night goin'?"

So I sat outside for a few minutes and texted back

Outro

Last call, time to go home

Out of everyone I talked to

There's only a handful I'd actually call

Last call, I'm on my phone

Out of everyone I talked to

There's only a handful I'd actually call