I met a friend through a friend.
And my circle started to blend.
I'm not particularly loud.
The guy escaping the crowd.
You may call me impolite.
Niceties I recite.
Too many names, too many faces.
And unconvincing embraces.
I can't laugh at your jokes. I'll sneak outside for a smoke.
I can't remember your name.
But am I really to blame?
I only met you this weekend.
And now you talk like we're best friends.
I really don't have an ego.
But I can't call you amigo.
You're the hundreth acquaintance.
I wish that I had the patience.
You don't know much about me.
You fill your phonebook devoutly.
You ply on the peer pressure.
I'll fly away on my zephyr.
You already ask me for favours.
You guys are quite the appraisers.
I did'nt know you guys last year.
Let's all go out for a cold beer?
Truth is...
I struggle to like you.
I'd be the same guy without you.
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