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 is 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