The lights are getting dimmer as she blows away
Fuck it, I'm blazed
Yeah, I'm blazed

And maybe I've been dreaming for a bit too long
We're all strangers to ourselves

She wake up, put the make up and get up and get dressed up
But we had no where to go
And my palms were getting sweaty
And my mind was getting heavy
Come closer to me

And tell me if its okay that we don't behave
Just one day with you
And I hеard there was a party up on the wеst side
Would you stop on by around two

Yeah, she's probably in the bathroom getting higher than a vacuum
It's an altered state of mind
Maybe when we're thirty
We'll stop being so flirty
Settle down

And I promise by tomorrow I'll be out the door
No I won't bore you
But whether I was here we'll never know for sure
I'm looking for a clue
(Y'all are pretty nasty. Y'all are pretty nasty. Well hopefully there will be more shows and you know, maybe, maybe there won't be another show again. Thanks for being-)