Sending a text to the group chat asking to meet
Is the same message I always repeat
But everyone’s busy “Maybe next week,”
A different day is all we seek.
We make the plans, then change the date
Move it back and back and wait
“We’ll hang out soon!” we always say
Awaiting the perfect day
Our messages are full of plans, but nothing’s set
A hundred plans we haven’t yet met
We try again and rearrange
But our schedules never seem to change
Maybe one day we’ll find a time
When we’ll all be out of our prime
Until then, I guess we’ll stay
Making plans for when we will meet up someday