There are nineteen floorsnAnd a thousand doorsnAnd one of them is minenA million names that seem the same, and that is finenI'm sure I'm immature, but I choose detours to avoid eye contactnI know it might seem strange but I don't want to changenI just don't like to interactnnI don't want to walk my neighbors dognAnd I can't lend a cup of milknI don't want to walk my neighbors dognAnd I can't lend a cup of milknnA simple, 'Hi! I'm passing by,' is not easy as it seemsnI'd rather go than say hello, or else I might just screamnnI can't make small talknSo I'd rather walk than take the elevatornCan't make it to the bar-be-que, I just got the flu!nAnother time. Later!nnI'm sure I'm immature, but I choose detours to avoid eye contactnI know it might seem strange but I don't want to changenI just don't like to interactnnI don't want to walk my neighbors dognAnd I can't lend a cup of milknI don't want to walk my neighbors dognAnd I can't lend a cup of milknnA simple, 'Hi! I'm passing by,' is not easy as it seemsnI'd rather go than say hello, or else I might just screamnnNineteen floorsnAnd a hundred doorsnMillion names, none seem the same (x2)