Quarters rolls fast off table than a lone penny,
Only thing that makes noise are the blades on the ceiling,
Dot your "i" and cross your "t"
College will push you out,
With no where to go.
Then you'll wish you only burned a bridge before you left, rather than this nuclear holocaust.
The idea of a bar is a place for friends and laughter,
Good thing it is not a requirement.
To come back Christmas Break to find that the movie never paused,
With sequels and spawned spin-offs.
Which didn't involve any cameo from you.
"Dorky boy from high school" is all they see you as,
Every trial and tear together, meant nothing once those hats went up in the air.
Kept away like a flu
No texts or calls.
Stuck in the murky mud, but really it's ruined memories
With watered down photographs
All eventually become dust, something duct tape can't repair.
You look for the restart button, and hit it over and over,
Flashes of the same message pop up,
Operation on this machine can't be completed.
Can't fathom a droplet or a whimper.
How can you when you had nothing to begin with?