Lyrics
Sliding into a night
Weekday odds comply
Too tender on every slight
Venue department store
Fave's ultra on chalkboard
Close corner pool, shoebox of fools, huffing social glue
I don't know how
But I got older
When friends
Froze your shoulder
Booth is glowing
Like a spiral stove
It's got my face's name
All over it
They always know when to quit
Chug this beer and dip
We've got to get sick
Sign paper slip
Here's a buck for tip
A portrait of bliss
Written by: Alex Raymond Kociper, John Kevin Tiongson, Joseph Victor Valdivia, Ryan Tony Nolen