Friendshapes - Scenes from an Empty Room

Cut to an empty room
Who you think you’re playing to?
The bartender’s sorry
Familiar with the story
He had his own dream once too
Mic check, mic check, one, two
Think anybody’s here for you?
The old leather jacket
Black Sabbath patches
Guitar won’t stay in tune
How come you hate everybody?
You used to love everybody
How come you hate everybody
When you used to be a lover?
Having the time
The time of your life
Falling to pieces
Every night
Singing your songs
And keeping it tight
Falling to pieces
Every night
Cut to the first song
Everything’s going wrong
Got a little too high
To nod to the sound guy
And get the microphone turned on
“How long, how long, how long
Ya think this song’ll go on?”
“How long, how long, how long
'Til my favorite band comes on?”
Having the time
The time of your life
Falling to pieces
Every night
Singing your songs
And keeping it tight
Falling to pieces
Every night
Falling to pieces
Every night
Having the time
The time of your life
Falling to pieces
Every night
Falling to pieces
Every night
Cut to the encore
Were all these people here before?
The crowd seems happy
But no one's clapping
I guess I’ll just play one more

Written by:
Ryan Sheppard

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