So, I find myself in a corner

Crimson tale like no other

Stuck in between a hard place

And a fellow named Dave

A funny name for a quiet man

Can’t say too much, hope he understands

That we’ve got nothing in common

Except for that song

Playing so loud yet so soft to the touch

We can’t help but stare, over there

To the ones loving the moment’s rush

Small talk’s too large of a task, Must I ask

What to do with Dave when I’ve absolutely nothing to add

I can tell, that he too is an unwilling party

To this all too peculiar party

A face to fill the scene

An unwilling hеart evergreen

My fingers complеte another rhythm melody

Hands in pockets want to wander way from me

How long can this song go on?

The silence must not carry on

Questions too simple, too vague, too rudimentary

You see, we are adults, yet can’t converse

With positive results

How long must I sit in place, Placid faced

Next to this man named Dave? Oh Dave!

So, the dance is reaching its finish

Dave is restless and Finnish

Our better halves come to get us

And take us back home

Pleasantries unpleasantly exchanged

Future parties carefully arranged

Better make sure that

We four don’t ever cross paths

Feeling relieved cos I truly believed that

Our silence would resume eternally

With no break from reality

As our wives speak of second times

I’m stuck, once again, in a heavy silence with Dave, oh no!