Crowds

Lonely In a room full of people

Wish you'd come and ease my mind

Meet me at the place; we'll keep all

Our secrets, plans, kick back, unwind

I'm feeling so much better than the last time

Sorry that I lost my mind

Barely floating, lost in daydreams, I find solitude from papers signed

All my friends are gone

Finding atmospheres

I keep writing songs

No one ever hears

Yellow on the sign

Reminds me of a book

Depicting altered minds

Afraid to turn and look

Oblivious to the

Obvious

Afraid to turn and see

Walking to the punchbowl, I'm avoiding eye contact with anyone here

Wish that jerk could see he's annoying

Potential clientele this year

He just dropped an ash in the punch bowl

Guess I better mingle through and

Smile at all the masks-I feel cold

Politics aren't fun without you.

All my friends are gone,

finding atmospheres

I keep writing songs

No one ever hears

You're off painting signs

Judging covered books

The pages have few lines

All empty in-between

Oblivious to the

Obvious

Simply reality

Lonely in a city full of people

Entertained by corner jive

Blank expressions fill my eyes-I'll keep all

Intensities on which we thrive.