Pour another round
Let's forget our names
I wanna fall down
I want a a good reason
To say I'm ashamed
So pour another glass
Let's put our arms around each other
Let's sing a song we all know
Let's celebrate being in the bottom class
By sleeping through the weekend days
A fog of smoke
A malted barley haze
Let's say the things we always meant to say
Petting so heavy that it
Broke the scale with all of it's weight
Let's make tonight
The night you never talk about
You only dream about
And laugh about all day
Pour another shot
We're getting somewhere
But we're not quite there
There's no one fighting
In the parking lot
Let's see some dancing
And some f*cked up greasy hair
Let's make tonight
The night you never talk about
You only dream about
And laugh about all day
I feel alive because of you
I feel alive because of you