As I am pouring down the second shot of Tequila I hear the dance floor calling my name, but a bouncer carrying my arm tells me I should drink another glass of water.
As I am standing outside a promising club with a cigarette dangling between my lips I kiss a beautiful girl, but there is a bouncer telling me I should take a walk and buy some chips. I kindly reply, that I neither need a walk nor fucking chips, I need to dance. There’s no talking to people who have lost all ambition.
As I am sitting in the middle of the road trying to score some prime pills I notice a man shouting at me, it’s a bouncer trying to tell me I can’t sit there. I start to scream and walk off.
As I enter a promising club with nothing but confidence in my pocket a bouncer tells another bouncer that I am alright, I smile at him and whisper: “Fuck you, you easily manipulated piece of cunt shit...”
But in this chaos of mine, in this dizzy tunnel of party and sorrow, I see only one face. And whenever she smiles at me, the anger and all the pain just falls of my shoulders and I can finally breathe. She takes me through a dark hallway, into a small booth and tells me it’s alright. And I know it is, because we’re both there, together.
Then I open my heart and the tears follow...
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