Running rampant, room spinning,
laying face down on the sofa, alcohol taking over.
Spilling feelings out that were meant to stay dormant.
High fives, bro fists, and drinking games abundant.
Fuck would I slow down for?
Drink and party it up during the nights we won’t remember,
long as I’m living the “strive to be successful” life when sober.
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