At the edge of the party where the shadows converge
It’s there I merge with nervous handshakes and adamant words
Play the game of name’s forgotten the second their told
And women search for sincere but settle for bold
Though subtle you could sense that the laughs are forced
Unimportant conversation but come back for more
Shit…you might as well front for chivalry's sake
Could feel each a little, but nods really be fake
Still, you willing to listen its better then being silent
Plus jumbled capitol letters trump particular fine print
Might sit back and observe for a few
Social butterflies die if they don’t surge through the groups
But it’s perfect…the view from the corner is best
Cus I don’t really see a reason to consort with the rest
And every get-together's always ending the same
it was nice to meet you,
tell me one more time
What’s your name?
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