The nightlife scares me
You know I don't think I belong here
I walk around slightly scared
and wishing I was home in bed
Bundles of pretentious kids
With cassettes around their necks
Thinking that they're all that shit
I realise I am one of them
Drowsy guys and muscle types
Yelling things from crossing lights
Word of mouth from coming fights
And I wish I was home in bed
Playing with myself instead
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