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
