Support Group in Stall Three

[Intro] [Verse 1] Somebody lost their car keys again And someone's crying near the stage Gross Security Gross Student designer cowboy boots Talking crypto by the smoking room Got recorded every damn second like she's filming a fucking movie Bathroom line look like a support group Females chewing gum aggressively One guy swears he owns a nightclub While he sleeps on his cousin's couch And there's always that one dude shirtless Coked out trying to start a fight While security debates internally if he's worth the paperwork tonight [Chorus] Everybody here got main character syndrome And nobody knows the lyrics [Post-Chorus] [Verse 2] Hands up Shirts off Whole club smelling like produce Dance floor Train wreck Everybody sweating through their confidence Too drunk Too deep Talking philosophy by the bathroom sinks Whole damn night feels ridiculous But nobody wants to leave [Bridge] Go! It's dark tattoos and fake eyelashes Screaming I hate men then kissing one DJ playing remixes that nobody asked for Still acting like he changed the culture Some fitness bro doing keep-ups off an old expired Chili's gift card While his friend keeps yelling dude we should start a podcast And some couple breaking up dramatically Right beside the mozzarella sticks They're getting back together Before the next song even hits Funny how everybody acts immortal After two vodka Red Bulls and a bump Handshaking Jaw locked Somebody punch the jukebox [Chorus] Big dreams No sleep Cheap cologne and half-past-three Hands up Eyes gone Everybody dancing to confusion Whole club Meltdown Like a beautiful bad decision Too loud Too late Nobody learning any lessons Funny how the worst nights Always become the best stories [Outro] Fuck I'm hungry You want some Jack in the Box tacos? [final drum hit]