Old Flames, Bright Lights - The Mess

How I Spent My New Year's Eve

You think you're so much fun
Around your friends
Truth is we can't stand
The thought of you
You're such a fucking mess
Take a hit
Just clear your thoughts
A bottle to the head
Pass out on the floor wake up
And do it all again
No I didn't get invited
If I had I would refuse
I am always dragging you around
I'm sick of getting used

You might call it pessimistic
I just call it honesty
I don't think you'll ever fucking change
(Drama queen)
Your fantasy is superficial
Look in the mirror
So you can see what the fuck is wrong

With being so indulgent
Drinking till you drop
Guess that I am staying home
Had to go and kill my fun
Thanks a lot for making me sick
You're such a fucking addict
Drink myself to sleep
Too bad i'm the only one

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