GuiltyPleasures&PainfulAddictions

I had it all, I lived the life.
We partied hard through the hours of the night.
Stained with neon lights, seeing the world with dilated eyes.
The pounding bass invading our heads as we fly fucking high.

Popping those rolls, breaking that weed, snorting that coke.
We laughed it up, hugged it out, and shot-gunned that smoke.
The worries of the day are nowhere to be found.
And we’re all sweating as we dance to the hypnotic sounds.

Rushing to our guilty pleasures&painful addictions.
A melting pot of rollers, cokeheads, and stoners, getting high
Like it’s some sort of holiday tradition.
Vodka shots sliding down our throats,
Borderline overdoses no time to leave behind a goodbye note.