NOFX - The Bag |
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The Bag
NOFX Endless evenings of nonAre getting shorter, monotonous Like an intruder, I belong outside The same place I was before Although I find myself right back Saying things I'd say once more I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends There's no reason for me to be here, no Worth, content, significance Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about This dialogue is without Conversational ambivalence Hear the same things every night, it just ain't right I'm not the one to hold the bag Show me a time, tell me a story Give me something I can sink my teeth into That I haven't heard a million times before I pass out from boredom I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating As I watch the people pass Are we all living for the past, never realizing Lacking content, significance We're clinging to an empty bag Conversational ambivalence Say the same thing every night, it just ain't right We'll see who's left holding the bag SIDE 2 |
