Mixer

Mixer round a Friday night
Some pretty girls and guys are here
But when I look at myself on my right
I'm wondering if I'm really here
If I talked to you, I wonder
If I could ever really learn
The way I talk to you,
It seems more likely that I'd only ever burn
My fingers, the chair is hot, to the touch it lingers, the light is hot
Just like the singers of our favorite bands
So I sat against the wall and
Leaned as hard as I could into it
Then I thought about the mall and
Some places that I'd like to bitch
But then I thought about my Jesus and meditation again
The things I have, I don't need, and the things I want what's good in them
But it's easy to understand
What it is that makes me feel this way
It's not so easy to me
All of my problems go away
But then again, what else is there?
Another life, some other way?
I really don't know what you need
Really trying to find that way
The judge came to my house and
He knew about my job situation
I didn't have to explain it to him
Took everything I said as insinuation
Then he looked into my eyes and
Said something about you playing a game
That's when I looked a little past him
Pointlessly repeating what I'd said again
But it's easy to understand
What it is that makes me feel this way
It's not so easy to me
All of my problems go away
But then again, what else is there?
Another life, some other way?
I really don't know what you need
Really trying to find that way