Vom[This Party Is So Fucking Dank]

Saturday night
Out with a friend
[This party is so fuckin dank]
I tell myself a few hours before
As I dress
Cuter than I would
I'm getting shit-faced
Or else spend
This entire night
Mourning the loss of an
Other existence

And my friend
He enables me
[This party is so fucking dank]
He enables me, doesn't he?
And I'm not thinking
Not thinking of my
Loss
Not considering my
Death


So here I am
And I drink
And I black out
For the first time,
[Believe it or not]
There is the prettiest
Frenchman
He is cool and collected
And I'm not thinking
I am NOT considering
LOSS DEATH

Welcome to you are a sad fuck

And then I black out

And I begin to shout

I say your names
Again and again
I shout
That I can't do it without you
Because that's what my
Subconscious believes
Against the will of my
Conscious
And when I puke
I'm puking without you
And when I sob
I'm sobbing about you
And when I pass out
I don't think of anything
Because I'm dead to the world

Thank fucking god: mission accomplished.