Lyrics

Sit in awkward circles with friends who can't remember your name We pass it to some ginger who lets it burn out They think he doesn't see their glare I stare at my wasted two dollars They got there early, they got really good seats I wish that I had gone with them too, the Friends I'm with are hardly there They brought their stuff, but they don't share I think about mine waiting on my desk It's waiting on my desk It's waiting on my desk It's waiting on my desk