Play the Game

okay it's another day
get up get dressed get ready to play the game
cold coffee and a new cliche
it's summer outside and i'm running out of things to blame
past couple of months or so
i've been feeling like i'm the only one here who cares
depression has a tendency to come and go
think it's gone turn around and it's right there
lately i've seen everybody's looking down
there must be something fascinating on the ground
or are we just afraid to look each other in the eye
what are we afraid to find
it's just a couple more weeks til the school year ends
i tell myself cross the calender brush and walk out the door
i'm afraid to call my friends
i'm afraid to do anything at all
except sit and listen to the same three bands
till you know em so well you think
that maybe they're the friends that you lost
when you disappeared inside of yourself
and traded the warmth of holding hands for cold applause
i think maybe i am coming out the other side
guess this means that we're all gonna be all right
oh i know that this shit will all return
but just think how much we've learned