saturday nights
eating with three chairs
two gals and some guy at the table in front
half a dozen at the table to myy upper left
a guy helping his friend after a break-up to my left
and some older man, who took my seat with the three chairs at the table to my right
i really hope it doesn’t stay this way when i reach his age
it’s strange, so many people, so nice, and yet
when night comes, i have nothing to do but go home
hgtv, my room, my books, draw away, mouth shut
it shouldn’t be this way, at least i hope not
ugh. just want to run away,
new york, israel, la
but i don’t know, it’s all the same,
it follows me, the way i am
for some reason i have such trouble
making and keeping friends
yeah, i don’t talk too much
just stand there and watch
i wish i could be less awkward
and be good company and such
it wasn’t always that way
or was it, i don’t know,
i don’t think too many people do
or care, whatever, anyway
and i hope this changes someday