its late night dim lights, i really gotta know where they solo cups at,
gotta fill the cup up
gotta keep the funup
when im dry i turn around and i come back
all the way up, dont forget to tilt the cupat a 45 degree,so neat,
solo cups stacking up at these degrees they think they are icosilese
and the neon glows, like girls pretty pink clothes,
hot like the microwave after coooking pizza rolls
dangerous like the warning lable at the punch tap
its dark … wheres the bathroom at
and my cup still full, and yet its empty somehow
if i turn it around, take a sip and put it down,
is this buzz in my head coming from whats in my drink,
or is it the fly in my chest nagging at me to think
and i walk around slowly
tip toeing and roaming
i talk to the people i dont know,
but when they think they know me,
ill flatter them surely
ill depart the scene with a “let’s go”
and as we grow fonder,
our talks are like water,
going like freeflowing liquid,
you look like youre decent,
I look like im seasoned,
but too much water im seasick
and my cup is still full yet its empty somehow
is there a hole in my cup, or am i thinkin out loud?
i just grabbed the stuff, i just filled it up
i think there might be something wrong with my solo cup
(x2)
its not dumb, that i wanna have fun, kick back, go out with the boys,
just gonna check out the scene, get a little obscene, but no worries its all a ploy,
everybody goes fast, no time to waste, the more impaired the better,
but its not to long, before we all sing the same song, soon to a toilet be tethered
and the toilet paper rolls, to whipe to vomit off my clothes,
feeling like i just ate a batch of rancid pizza rolls,
i smell like i did not take a shower at all,
and i feel like ill never get to leave this bathroom stall,
i leave my cup full, its still there when I come around,
when i wake up in the morning and its empty somehow,
is the headache in my head coming for what was last night,
or is the fly in my chest, keeping me in this blurry sight
but i roll out of my bed,
this ringing in my head,
grab towel and and my vision zooms,
to the shower that I’m led,
the hot water is dead,
it seems rather right for this tune
and we grow fonder,
me and this here water,
this going and free flowing liquid,
I look like I’m decent,
but I’m truly seasick,
and my eyes will be bloodshot red
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