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