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.