You're told to fuck off

And head back to the queue,

Your eyes spell out powder

Or some new form of abuse,

You're trying to act like you really dont care

Your girlfriend says she loves you

But fuck it, shes left!

You have to understand

I'ts not what you think,

for a few cheap drinks

you're on a crucifix,

And a bloke smiles at you

As you walk back

chatting to some younger birds

as real as their stamps,

Now you're punching the air

Now you really wanna fight!

Edinburgh Uni wankers with their shit accents and ties!

Now,

Right ahead theres the "PR Crew"

They get their break after one;

A lot of time to go through

You chat to the girl promoting the shittest club

She actually sounds clever,

God bless all the drugs!

So in the fucking bar, theres no fucking seats,

To stand listening to shite music,

I rather a gutter on repeat

But...

Hold on!

dont you think...

You recognize?

Isnt that, that Bob Dylan poser,

Drinking whisky and ice?

So you get closer, and closer,

Spreading like an infection,

You junkie!

You wanker!

Thats your own reflection!

Another shit night, lacking all its lights

I dont care if its fake tan, that gave us a fright

All the lads are released for fights and acceptance

Lets all get together! We'll have an intervention!

Another shit night, lacking all its owe,

Too much time in the toilets, Jaw dancing like a saw,

We like to be rebels, Coz we look divine,

A gram of wasted youth, only worth a gram's night.

You've already ordered, Now its time to pay

its only one pound drinks, how can you be struggling?

You are taking advantage of your pockets, looking for the next thing to do

you turn around interrupted, a voice calls out for you!

Come on!

Shes smiling, she's dancing, she's aiming to please!

You're twitching, you're blabbing, you're grinding to ease...

You look right at her, and you ask yourself;

"Is...

that...

Heather?"

So fucked, that remembering, diserves a medal,

You resume to the drowning...

Your sex appeal (like your bladder) is questionable,

If you rubbed her arm, would that be acceptable?

You aim for her mouth, and you almost got it right...

Her tongue tastes like her breathe; so vodka,

And bits you can only hope are ice!

Next thing you know, 

You're tasting your own blood,

punched out of the way;

You fell really hard

Maybe it was because she had a boyfriend

You came out too strong?

You told her boyfriend "She'll be dreaming about fucking me"

Is that so wrong?

Fuck him and fuck her, 

Very aware they do that to each other

more than you have in the last 6 months,

fuck it and fuck that

You think theres still an option, 

one more club!

They are not letting anyone one in

But of course, you know what to do...

Pretend you were just out for a cigarette

(It fails for everyone; every night)

But come on this is you!

But shockingly,

the bouncer tells you again;

Leave!

A bloke bumps into you,

Girl under his arm,

without an apology!

And now its the time

You yell out

"ITS OK!...

IM GOING HOME;

IM MASTURBATING FEROCIOUSLY"

So now you are home

And realize all the girls are mean,

And all the guys are bigger assholes

Than you're trying to be,

And as you sober up

You're on your twenties too fast,

You know what to do...

Blame it on being middle class,

You'll go on about students that are never really broke;

It's ther parents;

So they're forced to scrounge for money and coke,

And you'll go on

About how tough your neighberhood was...

Even though we all know, you were raised indoors.

Another shit night, thank god theres no lights

Put on some fake tan, you dont wanna look so white

Of course we are out for fights and acceptance

A template hang over is the only intervention

Another shit night, that will always owe

All the money I spent, for an acrobatic jaw

An ounce, ill spend 20 quid, whatever. 

I want to sit down and relax

It takes a lifetime to understand

One should never go back

Would you believe me if I said,

I'd kill myself coz I love you to death,

I rather have the, Lights off

You tip toe or stumble on,

With or without your heels on,

Believe me you are, Beautiful 

Its uneasy to regret,

I always make the same mistake,

I rather have the, Lights off

It's embarrassing at night

When im trying to pick a fight

Looking for and, finding no one

You're the only one, I want to hold

I'll let the other ones, grow grim and cold

I rather have the, Lights off

Happiness is juxtaposed

And slightly overdosed

Please be there when I... (If I ever dare to)

Turn them on.

Daniel Arco