The lights are getting dimmer as she blows away Fuck it, I'm blazed, yeah I'm blazed And maybe I've been dreaming for a bit too long But we are strangers to ourselves She'd wake up, put the makeup And get dressed up But we had nowhere to go And my palms were getting sweaty And my mind was getting heavy Come closer to me And tell me if it's OK that we don't behave Just one day with you And I heard there was a party up on the west side Would you stop on by around two? And she's probably in the bathroom Getting higher than a vacuum It's her altered state of mind And maybe when we're thirty We'll stop being so flirty We'll settle down ♪ Just hold on And I promise by tomorrow I'll be out the door No, I won't bore you But whether I was here, we'll never know for sure I'm looking for clues Y'all pretty nasty Y'all pretty nasty Look, hopefully, hopefully there will be more shows And you know, maybe Maybe when I be in another show, thank you Thanks for being a fan