How Does The Story Go?

Should I start this with another cliche or how does the story go? (Here we fucking go) I've worn a mask everyday you peaked behind and now I wanna go And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home And everybody's got time Everybody seems to have so much time Everybody seems to have so much time but I'm wasting mine I swear to God I'm the only fucker in this place who isn't doin' fine And I'm not fine You're the extrovert I'm the introvert and that's the roles Then I'm the extrovert you're the introvert and the swappin' goes And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home But we've spoken every day for eight years, so what do I do when you're gone? And everybody's got time Everybody seems to have so much time (where do they get all that time from?) Everybody seems to have so much time but I'm wasting mine I swear to God I'm the only fucker in this place who isn't doin' fine And I'm not fine And I'm not fine, I'm not fine And I'm not fine, I'm not fine I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine, I'm not fine And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home And the cards are stacked and the house is packed and I wanna go home (Can we go yet?)