Disconnected

I see a group of people after the bell rings 

I guess you'd call them friends 

I'm not comfortable with that word 

it's just a means to an end 

 and I cock my head like a dog 

and wonder what I'm looking at 

 I see hands entertwined and kisses goodbye 

deep looks of adoration behind both their eyes 

 and I cock my head like a dog 

and wonder what I'm looking at 

 I see a man with his kids and a ball 

down at the local park 

twenty years and graduation gowns 

and I'm sitting in the dark 

 and I cock my head like a dog 

and wonder what I'm looking at