Is it my imagination?
Is it something that I’m taking?
All the smiles that I’m faking,
everything is great, everything is fucking great.
Going out every weekend,
staring at the stars on the ceiling.
Hollywood friends so deceiving,
such a good time, I believe it this time.
Dancing on tables and I’m off my face
With all the wrong people
Just like that I am sober,
I’m asking myself “Is it over?”,
maybe I was lying when I told ya,
“Everything is great, everything is fucking great!”
All these thoughts, feel them,
doesn’t matter if you don’t need them,
I’ve been checking my phone all evening,
such a good time, I believe it this time.
Doesn’t even matter anyway.
Dancing on tables and I’m off my face
With all the wrong people
Now I’m asking my friends if I should say I’m sorry,
they say “lad, give it time, there’s no need to worry”
I can’t even speak to you on the phone now,
I can’t even be with you alone now.
Oh how, this shit has changed us,
we were in love, now, we’re strangers (?).
When I feel it coming on,
I just put my shit away,
get another two shots and it doesn’t matter anyway.
Dancing on tables and I’m off my face
With all the wrong people
Dancing on tables and I’m off my face
With all the wrong people
Disclaimer: I could have misunderstood something, but I’m fairly sure it’s either this or very close to this.
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