[CHEERING]
[MUSIC - TWIN BUSKERS, "SOLITUDE IS BLISS"]
(SINGING) Cracks in the pavement underneath my shoe,
care less and less about it and less about you.
No one else around to look at me, so I can look at my shadow
as much as I please.
All the kids that I can't compare to making friends
like you're all supposed to.
But you will never come close to how I feel.
You will never come close to how I feel.
Space all around me where my soul can breathe.
I've got body but my mind can leave.
Nothing else matters, I don't care what I miss.
Company's OK, solitude is bliss.
There's a party in my head, and no one is invited.
And you will never come close to how I feel.
You will never come close to how I feel.
Movement doesn't flow quite like it does when I'm alone.
I'll be the one that's free.
You and all your friends can watch me, today.
So don't ask me how you're supposed to--
but you will never come close to how I feel.
You will never come close to how I feel.
[CHEERING]
Thank you.