Batching It - The Bag (NOFX) | Текст песни

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• Batching It
• The Bag (NOFX)

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