Everyone is sweating,
Everyone is hustling.
Running along the edges of the football field.
“I’m open!” Echoes.
Even the whispers echo,
And I can’t hear them at all.
Everyone is serious,
And sort of angry at each other.
Time is ticking,
And people are ticked.
We’re down one, they’re up the same.
Everybody is so competitive,
But I stand out somehow.
Maybe it’s how I sing and dance in the middle of the
Maybe it’s just how I’ve played so far,
Sort of dragging my feet
(But to a beat in my head).
The game is a loss, and it was from the beginning.
“I hate this game!” The losers scream.
Meanwhile, I’m just having fun,
Dancing in the middle of the
It finally ends, but I was busy dancing.
It’s okay, I was going out for a drink anyways.