Here is a thought for the one's left over,
Not everyone would understand.
The ones our teachers had counted out,
The ones you see and you’re parents warned you about,
"Don't be like that guy" they say.
The unsatisfying, the un-welcomed, and the unknown had caught us all by surprise.
So face it, we are not satisfied by where we are because we rather be at a real "place".
Just face it, we do not want to meet these people because we would rather meet people with more intellect.
Now face it, we do not know where we are going.
We would rather have our "four years" planned out.
In torture, we all ask each other, "where are you going next?"
In stupidity, we all respond the same way, "um...probably .. um.”
Oh the mumble of the one's who have been hung out to dry, or die
All of us men and women if you can even call us that, all think of that one,
The one they love and the one that had left,
Which leaves us in despair.
So call it what you will but this "place"
This god forsaken place is, simply enough, not the same
You’ll catch us as we all kid and joke saying we're happy here
"Here's to our new crew"
Oh the awkward fear that gives me chills day and night
And it is because we wanted this, right...?
So say hello to the unsatisfying
Have a few shots with the un-welcomed
And share that cigarette with the unknown