Disco Ball

Crowded room, empty head

The party loves me but the vodka wants me dead

Take a shot, see it through

I'd lean on you but you got better things to do

You told me you're giving me the throne

The old me would rather be alone

To the club but the driver knew I wouldn't come back when the night was through

High heels and a new dress too, say it's for me but it's all for you

Hoping you'll still be mine when morning comes but I

I can't tell if you care at all, so I'll stare into the disco ball