Interpret:

NOFX

Album:

White Trash Two Heebs & A Bean

Endless evenings of non-exist 
Are getting shorter, monotonous 
Like an intruder, I belong outside 
Although I find myself right back 
The same place I was before 
Saying things I'd say once more 
There's no reason for me to be here, no 
I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends 
Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about 
This dialogue is without 
Worth, content, significance 
Conversational ambivalence 
Hear the same things every night, it just ain't right 
I'm not the one to hold the bag 
Give me something I can sink my teeth into 
Show me a time, tell me a story 
That I haven't heard a million times before 
I pass out from boredom 
As I watch the people pass 
I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating 
Are we all living for the past, never realizing 
We're clinging to an empty bag 
Lacking content, significance 
Conversational ambivalence 
Say the same thing every night, it just ain't right 
We'll see who's left holding the bag