Intro (A phone alarm goes off.) "Whose alarm is that?" "No idea." "It has excellent timing." --- Verse 1 There were six of us At the after-party. Now there are four. One left for work. One left with a tattoo artist. Nobody knows Which was the better decision. The coffee tastes Like someone described coffee Over the phone. Still... We're drinking it. --- Pre-Chorus The music stopped. Nobody noticed. We just kept Talking louder. --- Chorus Last one standing. First one forgotten. The night's still echoing Inside our heads. Last one standing. Nobody won. We just refused To admit The weekend was done. --- Verse 2 Dave found his wallet. Inside it Was a nightclub stamp, A hotel key card, Two €5 notes, A receipt for twelve tequila shots, And somebody else's library card. He looked at it For a long time. Then said, "I should probably read more." --- Instrumental Break (Driving synth bass and bright guitars lock into a euphoric groove. Gang vocals chant: "One more! One more!" before the beat drops back into the verse.) --- Verse 3 Lucy finally remembered Why she'd been carrying A traffic cone. She didn't tell us. She just smiled, Put on sunglasses, And ordered pancakes With two Bloody Marys. The waitress didn't blink. Professional. --- Bridge You asked, "What did we actually celebrate?" Nobody answered. Somebody raised a glass. That seemed Close enough. --- Final Chorus Last one standing. First one forgotten. The city's waking up. We're still borrowing Saturday. Last one standing. The taxi's finally here. We'll swear We're taking Next weekend off... Right up until Thursday afternoon. --- Outro (The band gradually falls away. Only birds, distant traffic, and soft amplifier hum remain.) "Same group chat?" ... Nobody replies. Three minutes later... Dave: "Anyone know why there's a goldfish in my bathtub?"
