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'll 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 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 what's up, where you been, is something
wrong?
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