Intro (A disco ball motor turning. Distant club bass fading.) "Are we leaving?" "Technically." --- Verse 1 There was glitter in my coffee. A stranger in my phone. A receipt for twelve cocktails And a taxi ride home. My jacket smelled like smoke. My shoes disagreed with me. The mirror looked concerned But tried to stay polite. --- Pre-Chorus The night was beautiful. The morning filed a complaint. --- Chorus Disco ball hangover. Sparkles in my eyes. I can still hear the music Even when it's quiet. Disco ball hangover. A souvenir I keep. All the things I don't remember Are the things I couldn't sleep. --- Verse 2 The bartender waved goodbye Like we were old friends. Which was impressive Because we met at ten. He knew my usual order. I barely knew my name. The dance floor looked smaller In the daylight. Everything does. --- Pre-Chorus The city feels judgmental. The sunlight feels personal. --- Chorus Disco ball hangover. Neon in my veins. Everybody looked amazing Until the train. Disco ball hangover. The unofficial perfume Of bad decisions And a very expensive room. --- Instrumental Break (Shimmering guitars over a pulsing synth line. Beat slowly builds. Vocal samples echo: "Last night... last night...") --- Verse 3 Sarah found her handbag. Dave found his dignity. Both were temporary. Both were celebrated. The club posted photographs. Nobody looked prepared. We all looked like celebrities Who couldn't afford haircuts. --- Bridge Maybe we weren't happy. Maybe we were just loud. Maybe that's the difference Between a bedroom And a crowd. --- Final Chorus Disco ball hangover. Still glowing in the dark. A little bit ridiculous. A little bit art. Disco ball hangover. I'll probably do it again. Because some nights are disasters... That you secretly recommend. --- Outro (Disco ball slows. One guitar note repeats.) "Same place tonight?" ... "Absolutely not." (Pause.) "Probably."
