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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 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 -Bright Eyes