It's Tuesday night
Go out with friends
I want this night
To fucking end

'Cause I'm so drunk
It's only six Pm
Show up to the show
Music sucks me in

God, I gotta get far from here
Step outside to catch some air
'Cause ooh, I am flying
My vision is multiplying
I start to count my regrets
As I head towards the cement

It's Tuesday night
Go out with friends
I want this night
To fucking end

And I'm so drunk
It's only six Pm
Show up to the show
Music sucks me in

My sweatshirt is soaked in blood
Dust off the dirt and I get back up
Why, oh why, did I not choose to drive?
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood)
(Dust off the dirt and I get back up)

Oh, why did I just choose to fly?
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood)
(Dust off the dirt and I get back up)
Oh, why did I not choose to drive?