The Bag

The Bag

Nofx
(album: White Trash, Two Heebs, And A Bean)

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
Hear the same things every night, it just ain´t right
I´m not the one to hold the bag
Give me something I can sink my teeth into
Show me a time, tell me a story
That I haven´t heard a million times before
I pass out from boredom
As I watch the people 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
Say the same thing every night, it just ain´t right
We´ll see who´s left holding the bag