Alone but far from bored
I don't really go out anymore
On friday nights i prefer to stay inside with
My dad's old guitar
Because it's really not important
To pursue those friends who don't even care
I think it's far more pertinent
To hold onto those you hold dear
Thinking back to all those nights we spent just sharing bad poetry
And bearing all those things that really weren't that heavy
Not much has changed except the stakes have been raised
Only conversation can shake off this sick charade
But don't let me bother you
With my fumbling attempts to
Make good of a sour mood
It's just something that i have to do
It's something that i have to do
It's something that i have too
This is all we have to do
This is all we have too