You contrast and compare

Between the busy ones and the ones who 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 find 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 breathe 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