contrast and compare between the busy ones
and the ones that don�t care
until there is no one that you really know
so i drift through these days of appointments and promises made
they will all end up broken and quickly replaced.
weeks are slow, days drag on;
even practice and parties seem long
but i found myself going
i guess there�s nothing to do
oh well
group of kids, line of cars,
more will show up after the bars close
there�s this boredom that drowns everything.
bottles break, music plays, conversations competing for space
i look for a corner or a quieter room
there�s no heat in this house
i can�t breath with these words in my mouth
but i�m not going to say them
yeah, i�ve made that mistake before
on the stairs, she grabs my arm, says whats up,
where you been, is something wrong?
i try to just smile, and say everything�s fine.
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