Wasted Hour

Why do I even care what you do?
I’ve never felt so obsolete before
All I ever confessed was true
But you made the choice to ignore

So now I’ll have to watch you shout
Over the girl rock bands scream about
Whilst a lean over a fresh salty batch
Thinking of how I made the perfect match

Tired of feeling pushed to the side
Frustrated with not seeming enough
Always the one which souls confide
It’s hard to pretend to be so tough

There are too many joys to be embraced
The taste of loneliness is a keen motivator
Again my thoughts swirl in a chest encased
Masked with the face of a body stupor