"Passing by"
I see a familiar face passing by
Surely on his way to have a good time
We spot each other and briefly say hi
And then he asks me: "What are you doing tonight?"
i know he is going to invite me somewhere
Probably to wherever he was heading
To some party to get hammered
To some concert to get wasted
I quickly make up an excuse to blow him off
Because i've already traveled down that road
The road of alcohol and drugs
Of meaningless lays and forgettable fun
He shrugs off my excuse and carries on
And i am left wondering why i blew him off
So i could do what? watch tv home alone?
when did that turn into my definition of fun?
I quickly changed my mind and decide to take his offer
But when i turned around i noticed he was gone
And now i regret the path i chose
And alone i watch life passing me by.
Last edited by Black Francis; 09-08-2014 at 11:44 AM.
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