a little after 12
the function sweet was full
with people i had never seen before
ripped up ticket stubs
confetied on the floor
it dawned on me i'd seen it all before
cool your beans my son
you look a f**king mess
no ones getting out of here tonight
hit that button there
the one that just says wrong
we'll lose our lives through all our favourite songs
go forward to later you'll land flat on your feet
when you where in the room, i was nailed to my seat
im like a prisoner getting ready to talk
i feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk
and suddenly it lifts the roof af the place
it puts a volt in my step
and a grin on my face
it cant contain me but you leaning on me
to get me back in my box
and snap the branches off me
a little after 4
the function suite is dead
and i am just a ripped up ticket stub
but heres a helping hand
a voice thats far to close
and i am up and on my broken limbs
go forward to later you'll land flat on your fe