The Next Band

Nothing I could have said Would have done the moment any justice My friends wait down the hall Laugh and it reverberates in my skull So heavy now with shit they wouldn't even dream of being into Hanging after the show On the sidewalk, hand around my throat I ask you why I'd ever try to do this with my life And down the street, I hear the cymbals from the next band Banging on their drum kit Touring from Oklahoma, and getting up to fun shit from the look of it I swore I wouldn't be one Of those people strung out on the crowd and their attention When they're clapping for the next band coming on now I can sneak out back and I whisper my mantra Breath in, they're not listening