We read all of the books
But it never made sense
Withdrawn from all the knowledge
I'll have a drink instead
But we studied all the cuts
And the bruises we had
They got right down to business
I passed out in my bed
At the party
I missed the last bus
Let's start another band
And write some sad songs
In spite of whats for-granted
There is really nothing wrong... wait up
So i'll smoke some cigarettes
And pop some random pills
I step into the darkness
And decipher all the stills
At the party
I missed my one shot