Something I wrote last night, just to get by

Standing behind a crowd, you notice all the colors
Soaked into each individual.
With their hunched backs and pissed off attitude, you're reminded they're no different from your parents.

Walking down a hall of strangers you notice all the pain trapped into each individual.
With their pushes and shoves and their constant complaints, you're reminded that they're no different from your broken scene friends.

Laying below the 97' chevy truck, you begin to study the particular parts and the moon shaped rust.
And now all you can think of is that colorful crowd, and those punk a-- kids, you wonder why you're laying below the 97' chevy truck studying the particular parts and the mood shaped rust.