Because you've had a great time, it's been a great night
When the autowala refused to let you in
Because he thought you'd throw up
But he didn't know
You've had harder nights and harder drinks
He doesn't know your capacity, the one you built up with so much care
He doesn't know of the friends who took you home
Held your hair back while you threw up
Made drunk videos, listened to your bullshit as you laid your heart bare
Who hid your phone each time, until you were strong enough not to make drunk calls
Who saved you from the warden and her ugly, judgmental glares
Who signed for you when your sight went all double
When you couldn't walk a straight inch to save your life
Who stood by you, and kept you outta further trouble.
So it's okay, each time, every time
You love the music, you love the lights
You love the sound of the rocks falling in the glass
You know the taste, you know the burn, you've been here before
Your very own safe place
So don't count the glasses, just bottoms up
It's nothing special, your old friend
That Old little Monk
Every glass is YOUR choice
Every sip your happy hour
Your very own blank verse
So get into the auto, you know you're not out yet
Grab a bestie's hand, you know you're not alone
You've had a great night, your snapchat's bursting
So please don't throw up yet, it's time to go home.
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