Serious Fomo Lyrics

The Lonely Planet Guide didn't specify the crippling feeling of isolation in this city at all

When you're looking in bar windows like Kevin in Home Alone Two

And you're kicking a can along the pavement while they have a ball

And I know I probably won't go to my grave with FOMO

But online everyone's smiling in their photos

The couple below aren't moaning because their flat is too cold

And I'm trying everybody in the phonebook

That guy I made in the queue to that nightclub

Who said he loved me and gave me a big hug

Was that just the techno

Should I make up a generic name and gatecrash a party at a stranger's place

Laugh along to conversations in languages I don't understand