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