We stand around in groups of four

The red wine conversation flows

And so to the question lead replies

My make shift scripts to pacify

Expectations, these pages are pressed

Your logic caressed

Your futures in here

A rewarding career

But i think it just left with the girl and the car

Anxiety flows from

This broken guitar

The band played on and understood

As we danced like we were made of wood

With cigarette on the chourds

To polite to spoil the party

Paint the furniture

Dust the oraments

I'm so sick and tired of false stacked sentiments