Standard (EADGBE)

Contrast and compare, between the busy one and 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 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.