Getting Older without Growing Up

The smell of dank success,
It took me half the night to make this kind of mess
Friends from miles around
All of us who never made the chance to leave this town
Friday’s all we know,
And spend the rest of the weekend in recovery mode
Another working week
When did this party life become the daily definition of me?

So we drink and drive in our beat up cars
And we tell stories of how we slept with all those lies of ours…

I feel like nicotine to me
A cell membrane and an ad in a magazine
And now that it’s over we’re back to work week
And I dream of the drunk I always thought I’d turn out to be

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