Two Parts Bacardi, One Part Cola, One Part Escapism

i lost you somewhere between that third rum and coke

and when we went into the back to smoke

i came out, and my eyes were so glazed and red

couldnt form a single thought in my head

and you, you were an apparition

standing next to yourself in my double vision.

so let the alcohol burn until it gets it all

that taste you can't erase, no matter how

hard you try; lift the bottle up high.

bottoms up, heads down.

college kids with no idea how to keep it classy

everybody's eyes are so bloodshot and glassy

"that's how we do"; we feign like its glamour

in truth its just ten kids getting way too hammered

to realize how foolish we all are

but it's better than dwelling on how fucked up we are.

let's go shot for shot

because i'm ready to run from my problems

let's drink down our thoughts

cuz i'm not strong enough to resolve them

let me see that bottle

i'll show you what it means to get wasted

we're not role models

unless you wanna become an escapist