Mixer

The mixer on 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
 When I talk to you I wonder
 If I could ever really learn
 The way he talked to you seemed 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 favourite bands
 So I sat against the wall and
 Leaned hard as I could into it
 And I thought about the mall and
 Some places that I'd like to bid
 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 make
 All of my problems go away
 Then again what else is there -
 Another life, some other way?
 I really don't know what you mean
 I'm 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're playing a game
 That's when I looked a little past him pointlessly
 Repeating what I'd said again
 That it's easy to understand
 What it is that makes me feel this way
 It's not so easy to make
 All of my problems go away
 Then again what else is there -
 Another life, some other way?
 I really don't know what you mean
 I'm really trying to find that way