Old Clothes New Friends
I’m walking down the road
With a pocket full of thrills
Trying to retrace my steps
Striving for something real
I’m far away from home
What happened to my friends?
Where did they all go?
I don’t seem to know
I don’t really think I care
They were never really there
When I needed them the most
To help me try to cope
It pains me to say that I don’t need them
I threw away my old clothes for something decent
And it doesn’t feel right
I made some new friends for a reason
I bought some new clothes I wish they could see them
And maybe I won’t feel so bad
The path that I am on
Where it all went wrong
Being cooler than cool
Soon catches up to you
No one seems to know
No one seems to care
I’m lost with out a map
I’m trapped somewhere out here
Passing out in the street
Like a junkie on TV
It’s not what I want
It’s what I end up being
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Copyright © Thomas Shibbish | Year Posted 2011
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