Reunion
Samantha Crain Lyrics

Stone cold eyes like the rainy curbside.
My eyes display my emotions like the wet streets. They are dismal and unfeeling.

I was gonna be, be somebody.
I had aspirations to become someone successful and make something of myself.

Bought the dress, brought the booze.
I purchased the dress and brought the alcohol for the party, but I lack enthusiasm.

I guess I'll try to be, life of the party.
Despite my lack of enthusiasm, I'll try to be the life of the party.

Make the rounds, everyone's still in town.
I visit everyone, all of whom are still present in town.

They were gonna be, be somebody.
They, too, had great ambitions to accomplish success in their lives.

Wallet pictures and tv dinners.
They converse with me about their wallet photos and meals consisting of microwaved TV dinners.

Tell me all about how it's working out.
They speak to me in detail about how their lives are unfolding and how they are doing.

And we all had this look like Could you give me a break? I'll give you one. How could we ever know it'd be this way?
We all have the look of distress on our faces. We ask for help, and promise to help in return, and question how things ended up the way they are.

He's in jail, she's out on bail, I'm fitting in, my accent's back again.
He's imprisoned, she's released on bail, and I'm attempting to blend in, although my accent resurfaces.

Watching exes eye the spouses but I came alone.
I observe former partners gazing at their significant others, while I arrived alone.

I think it looks glamorous.
I believe that others' lives appear more elegant and impressive than my own.