Born to party...

Somehow,
he found himself there again
Perhaps, just thinking maybe
someone new would stand out
Disappointed again
They were all the same
The usual suspects
just wearing new masks
Scantily clad as usual
Saying, ready, willing, able
So many of them too
So many people
and he thought it strange
that he could be
so coldy alone
in such a full house
He tried to shake that
and lingered for a while
Hoping the stale air
would give way to spring
But he found his end
not long later,
said his goodbyes, and
drove home by his lonesome
The windows down
and the music soft, steady,
as he liked it with
the cool air of the night
He let the thoughts
creep back again,
just as before,
and they ate a little more
He considered each time
the mouthfuls grew larger