"screaming into microphones for attention because we're just so bored"
Why do we have to be here at 4 if we don’t play until ten? You say to whoever happens to be listening as you see this place for the second time in two weeks...
You grab your guitar and walk inside, say hi to those people that you don’t even have enough time apart from to miss.
Five to six, and you’re dreading those doors to open, because you know you’ll be rushed by little girls. You’re supposed to be appreciative but everyone’s got their breaking point.
"Are you feeling fine, yes I feel just fine…"
If you sit behind the merch table, you’re like a sitting duck among a few dozen hungry hunters. You’ve become a recluse. If you sit behind the table with the merch girls, you have an excuse not to get up. You’ve weighed your options… Hopefully your band sticks around, the little girls like them more.
Never thought you’d be signing autographs without a record deal, it makes us look like pretentious pricks. You wouldn’t want your autograph. Let’s not burst the little girls bubbles.
You could go for a fresh face, or someone old enough that you won’t go to jail for thinking about.
"But when let’s keep in touch, I really mean I wish that you’d grow up"
It's CHARM CITY and you're really getting sick of it.
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