When the Chekhov People Dance

We don't want to be at the party
Going on inside
We'd rather be out here
Smoking and joking about the bad omens
In the atmosphere and where we're heading
Once the bedding is finally moved out of the apartments
We reside in and decide to move to somewhere other than
Where we were moving to a few seconds ago
And we know we're supposed to be adults now
We're supposed to be grown-ups now

Mary doesn't like her boyfriend
She wants to fuck everyone else
She's got her hands inside my pants and I'm dancing
Trying to keep her at bay while I stay near Nina
Who wants Kevin to take her for three years in Heaven
The Heaven seven of us stopped believing in
After auditing the Atheism class we barely passed
Only taking away the fact
That God was created by George Bush #2

So what do we do when the music ends
Take friends and make them more-than-friends?

Go to the ends of the earth and experience a rebirth
Of our art and the perceived parts we play in the universe?

Turn gay? Turn straight?

Wait out the rest of our lives
In an obscure European city
Known for being pretty but not much else?

Lily doesn't want to leave
She believes that they'll ask her to stay on
And belong to the college
Like the stone gargoyles outside the library
She sees things that aren't there
And prepares herself for them
She's become permanently prepared for everything and nothing

Sarah loves a man who's going to kill himself
We just don't know when

We know he has a gun
We know he has pills he doesn't take
We know he's a failure and he knows it too
And we hope Sarah will be on vacation when he does it
Perhaps visiting us in our pretty European city

Vance is pissed because his dream list
Of things he was going to do in college
Is noticeably unchecked all over
And his brother Grover just got published in the Atlantic Monthly
For a story Vance told him while drunk one night

They fight but Vance must respect
That this story stealer is now the realer of the two of them
And Vance is now resigned to heading home
And moaning for the rest of his life
About not having a wife or a career
And taking care of their dear old mom

Inside somebody puts on Modern English
And we stop the world
To melt with each other

Twisted wasted narrow souls
Gone into gold with just a one-note 80's song

Suddenly we're not talking
Suddenly we're elated
Suddenly our frustration is put on probation
In favor of silliness and joy

We're the Chekhov people
And suddenly
We're dancing

Suddenly

We're free