I watched as my vision struggled to clear
and the heat build around my ear
My legs seemed to respond to a different brain
and knuckles that the fool’s face bruised? no pain
The girl I was chatting with seems to have gained a glow
but my wallet seems to be a “no show”
Forget the problems, really, who cares?
And for the rest of the night, it doesn’t matter who stares
Tonight is my night, definitely my turn
I know in the morning, everything burns.
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