Dancefloor Malaise

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Here we go around the dance floor again
Drinks all around, drown out the feeling
Here we go around the dance floor again
Passed out on the ground, eyes on the ceiling

Watch it play out on your phone
Wave to the camera, smile at the drone
Do you remember when you were seventeen
Well it didn’t really happen if it’s not up on the screen

A million little channels, streaming by the hours
Everything’s realer than life
Sound checks, no regrets
Turn on the scene, turn out the lights

You’ve got so many friends and no one to talk to
Blood on your fingers, ghosts that will haunt you
A little more hate let loose on the chatter
Let it all out, that’ll make it better

Get to know your enemy
He’s swinging past your place at eight
Once you finish therapy
You can take on the world, maybe go on a date

Did I forget to mention, we had an intervention
Your invitation must have got lost in the mail
All the girls were late, the boys mixed up the date
We’ll try again, in one more year, when you get out of jail

Here we go around the dance floor again
Drinks all around, drown out the feeling
Here we go around the dance floor again
Passed out on the ground, eyes on the ceiling