Bottles of jack and hypnotizers,
Egos to stack,
Grin through the crowd
Like shopping cart drivers
Lights turned low,
It’s the discount air brush
“I’m not even tired you know?”
Yeah this girl is a lush
Circles of blue
Couple god complexes
Microphone suits
And styrofoam boots.
Get boozed,
and you might get used.
Diseased, I nod,
I look at my wrist.
Nothing to fear
But the descending mist