The Bag Lyrics
Are getting shorter, monotonousLike an intruder, I belong outsideAlthough I find myself right backThe same place I was beforeSaying things I'd say once moreThere's no reason for me to be here, noI feel so lonesome, surrounded by friendsWho are talking about me, saying things I could care less aboutThis dialogue is withoutWorth, content, significanceConversational ambivalenceHear the same things every night, it just ain't rightI'm not the one to hold the bagGive me something I can sink my teeth intoShow me a time, tell me a storyThat I haven't heard a million times beforeI pass out from boredomAs I watch the people passI see moments in their lives, nothing fascinatingAre we all living for the past, never realizingWe're clinging to an empty bagLacking content, significanceConversational ambivalenceSay the same thing every night, it just ain't rightWe'll see who's left holding the bag
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