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