I show up hoping that for once in my life I’ll impress someone

It’s important tonight, out of spite

I wish that I could see the people I want

But they don’t show up to these things

Instead, the rest of us talk about

What could have been

And what was

They play songs that were new back then

They make us a little sad

Like the memories we’re bringing up

I think about the ones that didn’t make it

One in particular

I wonder if she thought about me at all

It’s still all about me

Maybe I deserved this bittersweet ending