Pregame Pasta by Rorr

We walked in through the door,
there’s seven people on the counter.
Pushed through the crowd
head to the fridge and find it’s only stacked with sours.
Stereo is way too loud,
this dude doesn’t even know how to shower.
Broken bottles out the window
by some guy who thinks he’s Kenny Powers.
He yells “go get the gun”
as I’m approaching with a handle.
I turn to Chris, he says
“fuck this, let’s go I’m only wearing sandals.”

Your parties always suck
they’ll never be enough.
And if we stay awhile
there’s a chance we won’t wake up.

Let’s take some risks, let’s start again.
Cause nothing matters in the end.
Fuck all the rules, we all can win.
Toss out all thoughts of giving in.

We can make our own concoction.
Loneliness is not an option.
Let’s watch football and drink some gin.
Throw on 2 Chainz, invite your friends.

Now we can celebrate!
We’ll never be afraid,
to take the road less traveled .
And learn from our mistakes.

Let’s take some risks, let’s start again.
Cause nothing matters in the end.
Fuck all the rules, we all can win.
Toss out all thoughts of giving in.

• Rock
• alternative
• indie
• indie rock
• party time
• Chandler