Society of Winners

All I found to get me through

Was a vaguely worded promise said by you It’s turning out to be a perfect way

To keep this place from burning down

To tell you the truth

Any time voices pierce the calm

It's the most boring conversation ever Listening to people tell you your future Impatiently awaiting September

Any time acquaintance call your number

You anticipate feeling scared Recognize faces you remember From the long ago days of terror

All I found to get me through

Was a vaguely worded promise said by you It’s turning out to be a perfect way

To keep this place from burning down

To tell you the truth

Always with that guilt and sadness Some days I would believe its true I'll wait for that empty promise

I'll take what I can get from you