nameless bottles, again, just throw and swallow
swig it, hope to fight it, just another night–hit
stop, then repeat, it’s all the same to me
one, two, three, four, i think i need more

conversation is overrated...how was break?
i don’t really care, just have to ask anyway.
we talk about the same shit all the time,
hoping to run out of words at the exact same line.
another house party, and again and again
seven minutes in heaven can’t happen
when you’ve locked yourself in
the one room where people want to be–
they just keep asking you why you’re not happy;
they’ll never go away, so you just...

nameless bottles, again, just throw and swallow
swig it, start to fight it, just another night–hit
stop, then repeat, it’s all the same to me
one, two, three, four-i think i need more x2

we waste our time hoping the night will end,
but we’ve found each other again==drink up, drink up.
this one makes me smaller and that one makes you bigger,
so i guess we’re biggie smalls...you’re right, that wasn’t funny.
i ask if you want to dance, you say that’d be ok–i guess it’s my lucky day;
i begin to stutter a question, you tell me not to bother,
we’re interested in the same thing, those...

nameless bottles, again, just throw and swallow
swig it, don’t you dare fight it, just another night hit
stop, then repeat, it’s all the same to me
one, two, three, four-i think i need more x2

i think i need more, i think i need more