Good Times

Can you get me a phone?
I need to make a call
Cuz you know after all
After all
This could be the end of time
As we know it so well
Then we go straight to hell
Oh well

Well, guess who saw this coming? Oh, that might've been me
Darling, can't you see

I'm blackout drunk
Just seeing what I wanna see
Fuck You Punk
Can't put my foot in front of me
Music's playing fucking loud
Killing the ear drums of this crowd
Maybe our lives are on the line
Also on the flip side,
I'm just here for a good time

I can't tell who you are
You gave me too much
Were we out of touch?
Out of touch?
I can't find my way home
Do I take a left or right
Been circling all night
Big fight

I thought I saw this coming
But I might've been wrong
But you knew all along

That I'd be

Blackout drunk
And seeing what I wanna see
(Fuck you punk)
Nothing's looking clear to me
The music's up, like, all the way
Can't hear what you all have to say
And maybe our lives are on the line
But also on the flip side
I'm just here for a good time

But for now I'm
Having fun and being who I wanna be
You should be with someone and that somebody should be me
You and me can run this town
Or at least this party, bring it down
Then only our judgment's on the line
But
Also on the flip side
I'm just here for a good time
I'm just here for a good time