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passing time
its wet outside
the fog reminds me of home
takes me back to better days
and some I just soon forget
some friends denied my worth
and even though it hurts
I can stagger on
with a drink in my hand
a boy at my side
maybe a girl in my bed too
just to add to the confusion
of my own sexuality
prying eyes watch
they wait for me to admit
the unhappiness
that I ain't feeling yet
nope I ain't feeling it yet
your on my phone
your name in neon
asking me to answer
but I aint ready yet
still gotta paint my face
put on that plastic smile
she said I like to wear
I'm having a little trouble tonight
can I borrow your skill
old friend?
you were better at it than I
a strength I still admire
I study her pain
swallow all the words
its comforting to see her hurt
its not like I want to feel that way
but I do
and I don't mind it one bit
nope old friend
not one bit
he's on my phone again
still not ready yet
I'm trying to remember my thoughts
stumbling over my words
what do I seek
I often ask my self
I think I'm just passing time
yes, think I'm just passing time
