Next Year

Another night we all had fun, but then I say

What's to come? Suddenly someone speaks of something that is rather bleak

He says we might be occupied we knew of this when we applied

Next year when we are men, I doubt that we can do this again

And in my head, I said stay. Don't look the other way

I want to hear you say, I won't be the only one to wait

You know it's not too late. Don't add this extra weight

Why do you all think we won't stay friends

Then the next day, what do I see? But they're together, without me

Was this intentional? Oh, it was not conventional