Another night out with these single serving friends, waking up the morning after. Another day, another year and I'm feeling old, time just moves a little faster. We all twist and turn, we all break and bend 'til we're all turned backwards but we never change. The good times always end soon after they begin and I'm still the same. We always stay the same.
But tonight, tonight. We're gonna party like it's 1999. And tomorrow we'll wake up to the same old 9 to 5. Breathe in, breathe out. Smoke in your mouth. Press that cigarette to your lips, and it's all I can think about. The taste on my tongue and forgetting how this ever could've been fun. And I've had my doubts for a long time now, but aren't we just too young to be growing up?
I pace the floors in this house and take a look around, all of these people move just like that radio sounds. They're in my head, I can't forget and they were fun for a few nights and that was it. And they have got the hook to just pull you in, then they are there and their songs, they never end. I was singing along, but now I can't escape and it gets so old, I've gotta find someplace where I can be myself.
(Whoever that is these days.)
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