One of those things that you can't believe Has happened even though it's A regular occurrence An open-ended metaphor An ending so befitting of A sacred soul like your good self A parting so misguided That we should maybe reconsider Tonight's the night I stand my ground and say Even though I don't belong in this place Where everything abounds except the thing we want to say I'll Always Keep my own thoughts to myself Always bringing up my accent and flaws As if I'm an alien race A hopeless, feckless chancer With no prospects or fulfilling goals I never get a moment where I feel at ease in company of A dedicated acquaintance Who wouldn't bat an eye if I wasn't there Tonight's the night I stand my ground and say Even though I don't belong in this place Where everything abounds except the thing we want to say I'll Always Keep my own thoughts to myself