Theres always going to be another party, another pill to swallow and drink to skull. Its always going to seem like so much fun at 4 in the morning still high and feelin fine, with reality still a few hours away its ok, keep going, keep drinking, have another pill, drink another drink. We're young thats what its about right? We're just having a good fuckin' time.
And how fun are our days so wasted and awake, so muted by the disinterest of anything real, anything sober, anything that might make you seem a little bit like everyone else. Not just you, but him and her and me and I. So many days and nights wasted talking to you, to him to her, about you and them. How many truths did i miss out on while spinning all the lies, how much shit did i talk that led me to nowhere but back there, back there with you at almost dawn still wasted and futile. Just having a good fuckin time right? No more, not for me, no thankyou. Keep it, take it back. You can have it all. All those friendships that time will forget just as soon as you wake up to yourself or life kicks you in the ass and screams GET UP AND OUT OF ME. Keep it, i got my own shit goin on. Ive done it, ive had it, ive had you and people like you, ive been back there, ive walked around, Ive seen what there is back there, weve all done it before and it aint so new and exciting anymore. So keep it, you and the rest of them, keep it all cos i dont want it. Ill be watching movies, making pasta, playing with my dog, hanging out, playing playstation, kissing my boyfriend, riding my bike, huggin my mum, enjoying the sunshine, sitting on my balcony by myself and enjoying being alive. Doing something actual and making some memories i can actually remember.
Draw the line somewhere Mother Fucker, draw it before someone else does it for you.
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