there’s something about this crowd
and i don’t see it going away
something in the drinks perhaps
cause they’re wearing their heartache on their faces
yeah they’re eating each other up off of their plates

i look up to the sky then to my feet
i close my eyes and realize it’s a mystery to me
and everyone’s drawing lines on the floor
yelling this is me and that is you and this is war

closed eyes and acceptance of what is seen
after all this room is the way things are supposed to be

and what do i get for hanging around
a thousand stories to laugh or cry about
and everyone is falling in love so easily

and everyone in here is half asleep
i think maybe if i just close my eyes life will be a dream
and the walls are heavy with layers of paint
the carpeting, the wood paneling and thick window panes
tricks, tint, smoke mirrors and broken glass
the heavy dressings of our oh so heavy past

and this is what i get for sticking around
a million stories to laugh and cry about
and everyone is giving in so easily tonight
this is worth the fight.