angst

Now I’m so bugged,
So so bugged
That I need to remind
Myself, again(!)
Why I’m here.

It’s not for the company,
And not for the good cheer.
It’s not because I lost my key
And it’s not for the free beer.

Now I’m so bugged,
So so bugged
That I need to tell
Myself, again(!)
Why I’m here.

It’s not for the music (loud!),
And not for the exposed bellies.
It’s not for the obnoxious crowd
And not for the free orange jellies

Now I’m so bugged,
So so bugged
That I need to know
Myself, again!

I’m here because I’m lonely,
And elsewhere I might be low.
Right now I’m very free,
And I have nowhere else to go.