{No it´s seven so it´s five hours before 1998
Here´s the song
And the last time I
One two three, one two three}
Contrast and compare between the busy ones

And the ones that don´t care
Until there is no one that you really know
So I drift through these days
Of appointments and promises made
They´ll all end up broken and quickly replaced
Weeks are slow, days drag on
Even practice and parties seem long
But I found myself going
I guess there´s nothing to do, oh well
Group of kids, line of cars
More will show up after the bars close
There´s this boredom that drowns everything
Bottles break, music plays
Conversations competing for space
I look for a corner or a quieter room
There´s no heat
(There´s no heat)
In this house

(In this house)
I can´t breath with these words in my mouth
But I´m not going to say them
Yea, I´ve made that mistake before
On the stairs, she grabs my arm
Says, "Whats up, where you been, is something wrong?"
I try to just smile and say everything´s fine