Stumbling to the door
Intoxicated by darkness and freedom
By strobe lights and social smoking
You sink in your mattress and drown in your blankets
Nothing from this night will be recalled the morning after
So how do you know you had a good time
You'll have a jack hamner in your head
You'll be disorientated and uncomfortable in your skin
But you had a good time?
Silly
You're just a teenager