I Was Living Separate Lives

I had a separate social life where stoners didn’t exist it was when I came alive so many ladies kissed happy days fulfilling life that all the stoners missed people come and go with time but those stoners persist They never learned to socialise without an angry mist it went from pulling girls all night to waving around fists from mature company to childishness you babysit learning company you keep is the most important bit I was carefree and confident without a single worry charming girls with compliments no shortage in no hurry but with stoners I couldn’t be my natural self and happy turning me self conscious under pressure and quite lousy When we went out no one would pull and they stayed in a crowd which made the night uncomfortable the other groups spread out giving freedom to meet girls but stoners stand surround which I thought was immature invading space and sound This is what those stoners saw an awkward guy who couldn’t pull while other groups would see me cool attracting many girls and more and stoners love it when you fail they don’t exactly treat you well they get one girl who never leaves and you’re the one left lonely with a stoner memory that wasn’t there and didn’t see the best nights when I felt free to confidently act as me that separate life that I once had drifting into history stoners start to tell people I’m not successful socially It’s funny really nobody hears me stoners say I lie so weirdly speaking of the past I had people laugh telling me don’t be daft lying of a life that they do not believe I ever had of all the groups of friends I’ve known the worst became the last!