Here I am,
Trapped in this small town
That seems so big
But feels so small.
I’m suffocating under the pleasantries,
Surrounded by people who could give less of a **** about me
Or themselves,
Trying to drown in whatever it is
Just so they can feel again.
“There are greater places than this”
Is what they sing
With ragged vocal chords,
A bottle of quality ***** in one hand.
Sure,
There are greater places than this
But we don’t seem to be
*******
Going
Anywhere.