Two oxen a handsome goat
I could recite every delicacy
of the party by rote
Voices rising throughout every crowded room
It's bright here inside
Shut out the gathering gloom
for my life I can't recall or maybe
never knew the theme
I know I never wrote this guest list
how many eyes
oh how they gleam
It's not really my party
I'm here just the same
and voices unfamiliar
and how they call my name
I'll end up in the corner
dreaming of when I'm free
Turn it into art I fear
no one will ever care about or see
When that tray goes by again
I'll snag myself a drink
never felt like I belonged here
but who cares what I think
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