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Drunken

It’s tough to be at a party with a girl you like

Who doesn’t feel the same exact way towards you

She got dolled up with her girlfriends

Before she came here

And she looks **** as **** right now

Time runs; you forget about the drink in your hand

And start counting all the ones that pass through hers

People holding red party cups that are filled with

Foam and beer

Or maybe ***** and mountain dew

It really doesn’t matter all that much because they all end the same way

Empty

 

A lot of these faces I don’t recognize

I introduce myself to everyone just in case I get

Brought up in one of your conversations and they can tell you

How cool I am through drunk speech and loud ****** expressions

 

The bass bumpin’ music in this house starts to feel quiet

So I can concentrate on her voice

Which is already music to me and

The loud bass of my heart blew my speakers out last weekend

When I walked her home so,

I don’t expect my speakers to be turned up to

Max volume anytime soon.

There’s a strobe light pulsing along with the music

In this dimly lit living room and it

Reminds me about the childish parties we’d attend when we were ten

I remember one time in a room quite like this

We played musical chairs

My friend, her and I were the last ones standing

And when the music ran out I watched you two quickly sit next to each other

I have that same feeling right now

 

I’ll hear two things on the drive home

Either really loud punk music or silence

I’ll think of two things on the drive home

How I wish she were in the passenger seat next to me

So I can feel like her protector

Or, I want to be in the passenger seat and have her drive me home

I want her to be my DD for life

Her hands turning this wheel

Turning my world as street lights and stars guide us home

And home can be where ever she lays me down

She’s got arms like warm blankets

That wrap around my body and I call her safety

It’s unfortunate that she has a boyfriend

Riding in cars will always be a fascination

About this time there’s nothing left to do

So I spew my dinner and whatever drinks I’ve downed

Into a perfectly placed white toilet bowl

And the main thing I’m looking for is the face of Jesus

Or the ****** Mary to manifest itself within my chunks

Giving me some faith, some hope

But let’s me honest…

In that toilet, it’s just ***** straight up

There’s no Jesus to be found here

So therefore, I’ll always get back on my feet

And I think to myself

I’m to think to drunk right now

So I’ll have my brain slap five with my heart and tag out

Get back into that party atmosphere with my friends

 

Now that I’ve gotten you out of my system

I’m ready to substitute it with fun

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Jan 30, 2011
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