Spending My Evenings at the Discoteque Lyrics

I'll tag along

God-forbid I should be alone on a Friday night

Might have fun

If I ever make it to the front of the line

Lack of personal space

Flashlight in my face

"Have you had any to drink tonight?"

I must have if I wanted to come to this place

And I used to want to be a writer

I found I was no good at it

It's hard to be Hemingway

But it's easy to replicate his drinking habits

Now I'm spending my evenings at the discotheque

Where the floor is sticky and the air is wet

Spending my evenings at the discotech

I just want to get wrecked tonight

Head to the bathroom

Try to forget that sight

Head to the dance-floor

Try to forget I'm white

Anxiety ever-rising

Lay awake and dream of dying

Let's keep the conversation to

What sort of car you're driving

And I used to think about my future

I thought about it way too much

It's hard to special

But it's easy to just be just good enough

Now I'm spending my evenings at the discotheque

Where the floor is sticky and the air is wet

Spending my evenings at the discotech

I just want to get wrecked tonight

Did you ever dream of happy endings?

Did you think you'd be suitable?

That girl from high school that you thought was beautiful

Just did pingas in the bathroom cubicle

Now I'm going home early from the discotheque

Where the floor is sticky and the air is wet

Going home early from the discotheque

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