Is it my imagination?
Is it something that I’m taking?
All the smiles that I’m faking
“Everything is great
Everything is f**king great”
Going out every weekend
Staring at the stars or the ceiling
Hollywood friends, got to meet them
Such a proficient time
I believe it this time
Tuesday night
Glazed over eyes
Just i to a greater extent than pint or five
Does it fifty-fifty affair anyway?
We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t larn ameliorate they say
We’re singing ‘till final call
And it’s all out of tune
Should move laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits yous when the lights become on
Sh*t, mayhap I lady friend you
Just similar that in addition to I’m sober
I’m quest myself, “Is it over?”
Maybe I was lying when I told you
“Everything is great
Everything is f**king great”
And all of these thoughts in addition to the feeling
Doesn’t affair if yous don’t demand them
I’ve been checking my telephone all evening
Such a proficient time
I believe it this time
Tuesday night
Glazed over eyes
Just i to a greater extent than pint or five
Does it fifty-fifty affair anyway?
We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t larn ameliorate they say
We’re singing till final call
And it’s all out of tune
Should move laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits yous when the lights become on
Sh*t, mayhap I lady friend you
Now I’m quest my friends if I should tell “I’m sorry”
They tell “Lad, hand it time, there’s no demand to worry”
I can’t fifty-fifty move nearly the telephone now
I can’t fifty-fifty move alongside yous lonely now
Oh how, sh*t changes
We were inward love
Now, we’re strangers
When I experience it coming upwardly I merely throw that sh*t away
Get about other 2 shots in addition to it doesn’t affair anyway
We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t larn ameliorate they say
We’re singing till final call
And it’s all out of tune
Should move laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits yous when the lights become on
We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t larn ameliorate they say
We’re singing till final call
And it’s all out of tune
Should move laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits yous when the lights become on
Sh*t, mayhap I’ll lady friend you
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