Duck out a little early
Hit up the liquor store
Then the party down on Baker
Look so cool that you're bored

Wrangle your persona
But don't wrestle with the truth
Maybe try Corona?
And reclaim your fading youth

This house is awful young
Living room is like a sauna
(How's the DJ's never heard
Of Sublime or Nirvana?)

Time is catching up with me
Things don't feel the same as
Two thousand three
I'll figure out where I fell out of frame
When the room stops spinning

Wake up and reach out blindly
For something to numb the hurt
Seek a glass of water
Like a dying man trapped in the desert

Wonder if your Friday night
Might be somehow better spent
Count the opportunities
That came and then they went

Now check your phone...

Time is catching up with me
Things don't feel the same as
Two thousand three
It's not like
Some wouldn't call me young
But I'm getting way to old
To be having this kind of fun
I've made a note to work this out
When the room stops spinning