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This is the sound of the music
Pulsing out the stereo and
Into my brains and veins.
Beating with blood and alcohol.
Mixing together like two
Drunken lovers.

This is my home,
It's where I belong.
Among the dancers and the
Not-giving-a-damns.
With a 40 in my right hand
And a stranger in my left.

This is Sandra,
She says.
3 AM on a Saturday night.
She tells me to come on down
If I'm not too busy.
She doesn't call me the right name.

I ask who she is,
Where she's from.
What's she's doing,
And how she got my number.
How old are you?
Did we fuck?

The line goes dead,
I want to sleep to the
Ringing in my ears, as a lullaby.
And I roll over in bed
Closing my eyes and
Try to feel like it's right for me.

Description
This is the sound of the music
Pulsing out the stereo and
Into my brains and veins.
Beating with blood and alcohol.
Mixing together like two
Drunken lovers.

This is my home,
It's where I belong.
Among the dancers and the
Not-giving-a-damns.
With a 40 in my right hand
And a stranger in my left.

This is Sandra,
She says.
3 AM on a Saturday night.
She tells me to come on down
If I'm not too busy.
She doesn't call me the right name.

I ask who she is,
Where she's from.
What's she's doing,
And how she got my number.
How old are you?
Did we fuck?

The line goes dead,
I want to sleep to the
Ringing in my ears, as a lullaby.
And I roll over in bed
Closing my eyes and
Try to feel like it's right for me.