Isolation Vs. Suffocation
They were singing in the pagoda
A family of classe supérieure
But he was the odd duckling out
not ugly, just different
He still belonged to them though
And I didn’t want to take that from him
He played us his new song
smiling, with such gumption and
the rest of the elite group shrugged in whateverness
and so I did too
ignoring the sadness and disappointment in his eyes
He said that my performance was really good
with those puppy eyes
And I just said thanks and walked away with myself
He played us his new song
smiling, with such gumption and
the rest of the elite group shrugged in whateverness
and so I did too
ignoring the sadness and disappointment in his eyes
He sat next to me when we sang
and laughed when I laughed
Our eyes would meet and I would look down, take out my phone
And text no one in reply with a smile on my face
He played us his new song
smiling, with such gumption and
the rest of the elite group shrugged in whateverness
and so I did too
ignoring the sadness and disappointment in his eyes
I hadn’t smoked then when he’d asked
God I wish he’d been my first experience with it though
But back then it was just another way to fit in
And I didn’t do that then and I don’t do that now
He played us his new song
smiling, with such gumption and
the rest of the elite group shrugged in whateverness
and so I did too
ignoring the sadness and disappointment in his eyes
They had welcomed me with synthetic open arms
When mine were closed, shackled
Already decided that they were all the same
So they did become the same