room mates 2
Tonight, frat boys with jam.
I’m not looking, I’m listening and smelling.
Ice clinking in glasses.
Knives hitting the sides of jars.
So close a sound, yet distinguishable when living with it.
Whiskey.
I don’t think any gin tonight.
Ruckusy laughs.
A dartboard.
Possibly video games, but they have the shitty system out there.
There where five at one point, five people.
The loudest had to drop off his stripper girlfriend downtown.
Hear comes the music.
Radio is making a come back.
With the help of Alice Cooper.
And now there are three.
Frat boys mean I have to wear clothes, more than a t-shirt and boxers.
I wonder what wonders they will come up with tonight.
Crossing my finger to be asleep by then.
I hope the jam went to a good use.
I’m not looking, I’m listening and smelling.
Ice clinking in glasses.
Knives hitting the sides of jars.
So close a sound, yet distinguishable when living with it.
Whiskey.
I don’t think any gin tonight.
Ruckusy laughs.
A dartboard.
Possibly video games, but they have the shitty system out there.
There where five at one point, five people.
The loudest had to drop off his stripper girlfriend downtown.
Hear comes the music.
Radio is making a come back.
With the help of Alice Cooper.
And now there are three.
Frat boys mean I have to wear clothes, more than a t-shirt and boxers.
I wonder what wonders they will come up with tonight.
Crossing my finger to be asleep by then.
I hope the jam went to a good use.