I've got everywhere to be

You fake your faux smiles and link your arms.
You walk right past me, never even notice,
Never do you notice the everlasting fight, I’m fighting.
Through glass doors and lonely raindrops
I’ve got nowhere to be.
Then suddenly you approach me
I sink and smile ever so slightly
Your arms are still linked, and your faces are straight out of a tan-in-a-can.
Peroxide-hair, oh dear
This is killing me right here
Faux smiles and worse lies
Nice to meet you.
I’ve got everywhere to be.