Where It's Always 6pm

Here it's always just about
Sort of there
Kinda, yeah
Um...

Here it's always halfway done
A little bit fun
A ton of 'sure's and 'great's
Plated with sarcasm
And rolled up eyes

Here we're waiting
For something to do
And people to be
And places to move to

Here we're doing things
With time

Killing it
Passing it
Wasting it

But certainly not using it

Here we nap and snap
And cry and cringe
And lie and exaggerate
And procrastinate and die

We're dying here
Just not as dramatically
As we'd prefer

Here is where it's always 6pm
And we're not sure where our friends are
But we're surrounded by
Acquaintances

Dancing to songs
We only kinda like

And trying to find our way
To the next hour
To the second
To get through
The day