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
But we are strangers to ourselves
She'd wake up, put the makeup
And get dressed up
But we had nowhere to go
And my palms were getting sweaty
And my mind was getting heavy
Come closer to me
And tell me if it's OK that we don't behave
Just one day with you
And I heard there was a party up on the west side
Would you stop on by around two?
And she's probably in the bathroom
Getting higher than a vacuum
It's her altered state of mind
And maybe when we're thirty
We'll stop being so flirty
We'll settle down
Just hold on
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 clues
Y'all pretty nasty
Y'all pretty nasty
Look, hopefully, hopefully there will be more shows
And you know, maybe
Maybe when I be in another show, thank you
Thanks for being a fan
