You Are Invited

I got it in the mail one morning,
there was no return address–
just my name in gold leaf on the front.
There was no time or location,
there was really no info at all–
no date, no place, no time, no RSVP,
but it said:

You are invited by anyone to do anything–
you are invited for all time.

I didn’t think much about it,
it seemed like a really dumb joke.
But later that week it was Friday once again.
So I took it down to a disco
that wouldn’t have me in a million years.
I flashed it once and I was inside with a drink.
I really didn’t stay too long there
’cause no one was having much fun.
I made my way to a party all the way across town.
It was thrown by the friend of an ex-thing,
I wasn’t sure if I should go,
but when I got up in the place
there were smiles all up and down.
I grabbed my ex in the kitchen,
I told her I was sorry I came,
but she looked at me with a glazed smile and said:

You are invited by anyone to do anything–
you are invited for all time.
You are so needed by everyone to do everything–
you are invited for all time.

I headed for home kinda early,
the party wasn’t all that great.
I saw my neighbor out crying on his front porch.
I stopped to see what his deal was,
I didn’t catch much through the sobs–
something about a party and he didn’t go.
I thought about it for a second
with the invite in my hands.
I threw it down at his feet and I said:

You are invited by anyone to do anything–
You are invited for all time.
You are so needed if you really want to go–
you are invited for all time.

(apologies to The Dismemberment Plan, AGAIN… two D-Plan songs in back-to-back blog posts is a party foul, I’m sure, but I don’t care–to this day, I still can’t make it through this song without getting choked up)

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