One of those nights
warm beer, cold women
I just don't fit in


It goes 1, it goes 2, it goes
3-2 red dog in the hoodie

too much "person" in your "ality", the friction could be
Should we continue with dialogue as I study these new faces
I would fix my shoe laces, but the room place was

Shoes cut loose at the front door
got dirty socks, I'm on the floor
and thoughts is what I hunt for

Driftin in and out of conversations I know nothing about
$#&@ your topics, I didn't come to see you
But yo I'm here, might as well make the worst of this warm %#@!ty beer

and I'm nursin it, and cursin it
I'm sick of it, but still grippin it and sippin it
Hopin it'll dull the pain of the sight of your lips flippin' %#@!

So here I sit, inside my atmosphere
I don't know a single mother$#&@er here
but maybe that's my fear

Pull out my notebook and let go
Intro-spectro cep
Not so pleased to meet you

and I hate techno

I only came to see the girl that lives here

TW #11, cold women warm beer [x2]