curbdrop out of grace

and a saturday nite

a friday nite

a friday nite,
at the bar,
go with the crowd because it's not hard.
the same game plan,
the same old shit,
but it's not where it's who you're with.

in a smoke filled room it's hard to hide,
when everyone you're with keeps asking why,
is something wrong,
are you having fun,
you drown it out by getting drunk.

a friday nite,
a crowded room,
keep wondering if you're all leaving soon.
dance with some girl,
shuffling feet,
smile awkwardly when your eyes meet.

you want to get to the point of glassy eyes,
when everyone you're with keeps asking why,
is something wrong.
are you okay,
the bar's not the place or time of day.

a friday nite,
you meet a girl,
she seems interested then she starts to hurl.
you'd help her out,
but you've given up,
you bought her drinks isn't that enough?

you lean on the wall like you're about to die,
when everyone you're with keeps asking why,
is something wrong,
do you want to leave,
you lie you say when you're ready.

but nevermind
but nevermind
but nevermind
but nevermind

posted by fillshe @ 3:47 PM