(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
F**k your topics, I didn`t come to see you
But yo I`m here, might as well make the worst of this warm s**tty 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` s**t
So here I sit, inside my atmosphere
I don`t know a single motherf**ker 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)