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"Stand There Until You're Sober"

Brown paper bags metal cans
Sixty degrees Fahrenheit
We can't see the stars tonight
'Cause apartments generate ambient light
I'm sorry that we're not already drunk

Hours later we're getting there
Meters away from the shore
My forty of Corona is just
Drops away from being kicked
And I don't know what I'm gonna be tomorrow

When you stayed overnight making out with a stranger
In the bottom of a boat that belonged to a stranger
And you came home at six in the morning
After being caught ass naked by the dude who threw the party
I thought that we'd never grow up

Now all my friends rise at eight
They go to sleep before midnight
And I just wanna drink 'til three
Embarrassing myself publicly
And you all used to be just like me
You fuckers used to be just like me

Now I sit and stew alone
Everyone's already sleeping
Everybody's moved away
And can pay their bills on time
No one else is making a hundred
And ten bucks for twenty hours
God I hate this fucking place
God I hate what happened to me

You promised we'd stay best of friends
But we can't 'cause I can't grow up

And it kills me. Yeah it kills me
That I don't know what I can do
'Cause I can't breathe correctly and
I can't sleep or anything
And I can't think of anything
I can't think of anything

Now every night's miserable
I'm so sad that I can't even get drunk
So let's go out just one last time
Let's finish off a box of wine
Do shots of Yukon Jack and lime
Can we drink 'til I fucking die?

I'll make you party at my funeral
'Cause mourning is for suckers
I'll rent a Ferris Wheel and
Cotton candy machine and have open bar
With all the Pabst that you can drink
The PA blasting my Clash records
You'll finally know life's okay
Even when the bad things happen

So just one more beer, then grow up
So just one more beer, then grow up
So just one more beer
Go to work
Pay your bills
Eat a dick
One more beer, then grow up

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