Intro (Club ambience. Kick drum.) "You alright?" "I've never been this interested in your eyebrows." --- Verse 1 You said, "These are definitely MDMA." Like you'd personally Read the instruction manual. Five minutes later You were explaining To a complete stranger Why pigeons Probably have feelings. He agreed. Very passionately. --- Pre-Chorus The room got warmer. The music got closer. Everybody suddenly Remembered Everybody else's name. --- Chorus MDMA makes better eye contact. Nobody's looking At their shoes. Everybody's got A fascinating story. Nobody's finished Any of them. MDMA makes better eye contact. The lasers look impressed. Someone hugged The vending machine. It seemed To appreciate it. --- Verse 2 The girl by the speakers Introduced herself Three separate times. Each one Was a different name. A bloke wearing fairy wings Asked if I'd seen His emotional support bucket hat. I said, "It left with the tequila." He nodded. That tracked. --- Instrumental Break (Four-on-the-floor beat builds with pulsing synth bass. Angular guitars stab through the mix. Gang vocals chant: "One more tune! One more tune!") --- Verse 3 Someone offered cocaine. Someone offered ketamine. Someone offered A cereal bar. For a moment, The cereal bar Felt like The most sensible option. The DJ smiled Like he'd caused All of this personally. Maybe he had. --- Bridge You said, "I think I love everyone." I said, "Give it until breakfast." --- Final Chorus MDMA makes better eye contact. The sunrise Looks overdressed. The dance floor's Half empty. The conversations Are twice as long. MDMA makes better eye contact. Until the lights come on. Then suddenly Everyone remembers They've got work In four hours. --- Outro (The beat fades, leaving only a soft synth pulse and distant laughter.) "Same time next week?" ... "Let's see how Tuesday feels."
