Two Parts Bacardi, One Part Cola, One Part Escapism

i lost you somewhere between that third rum and coke
and when we went into the back to smoke
i came out, and my eyes were so glazed and red
couldnt form a single thought in my head
and you, you were an apparition
standing next to yourself in my double vision.

so let the alcohol burn until it gets it all
that taste you can't erase, no matter how
hard you try; lift the bottle up high.
bottoms up, heads down.

college kids with no idea how to keep it classy
everybody's eyes are so bloodshot and glassy
"that's how we do"; we feign like its glamour
in truth its just ten kids getting way too hammered
to realize how foolish we all are
but it's better than dwelling on how fucked up we are.

let's go shot for shot
because i'm ready to run from my problems
let's drink down our thoughts
cuz i'm not strong enough to resolve them
let me see that bottle
i'll show you what it means to get wasted
we're not role models
unless you wanna become an escapist