Conversations competing for space
In this house
Weeks are slow, days drag on
But I'm not going to say them
Yea, I've made that mistake before
There's no heat
Even practice and parties seem long
On the stairs, she grabs my arm
I look for a corner or a quieter room
Group of kids, line of cars
(In this house)
But I found myself going
So I drift through these days
Bottles break, music plays
Until there is no one that you really know
And the ones that don't care
I guess there's nothing to do, oh well
(There's no heat)
Of appointments and promises made
Says, "Whats up, where you been, is something wrong?"
I can't breath with these words in my mouth
They'll all end up broken and quickly replaced
Contrast and compare between the busy ones
There's this boredom that drowns everything
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More will show up after the bars close
And the last time I
