Two left feet for dancing

 Make the most of every moment

They grow to quick,

Last call at the hug and pint

As my nose drips.

Excitement as the taxi is pretty quick. 

Try to get the back seat,

As talking I don't want to be the one

Asking the driver are they  busy

Or long into his shift. 

Finally get where we plan to b, 

The party is in full swing.

Grabbed by the hand

And jump in with both feet. ,

Its okay I have a warm embrace. 

And long nite putting the world

To right in the kitchen was

Amazing to say the lest

The day today

 Credit checks,

Kids with no respect,

Everything changes,

Apartments now

where a friends

House used to be.

Prices go up, people's mood goes down,

Mental health issues that tablets can't heal.

Jobs that slowly kill you,

A boss that makes no secret he hates you.

No qualifications, gcses

But a degree in Idiocracy

Sink or swim

Everyday now days is basically sink or swim. It is up to you to keep your head above the water. Which can be hard as sadness is like quick sand. It can be like a warm blanket. So you just get deeper. Sad songs, awful thoughts and you let it continue. It is all you know.

Sink or swim, you can do it. Everybody has a chance to win. Just believe and swim.

Sorry, what is your name again?

 Half yokes,

Sweaty handshakes and hugs,

New best friends,

Sorry.

What's your name again?

Dancing til the lights come on,

And all together

Everyone chants

Demanding

Begging

Not wanting to leave

And wishing the night was Neverending.

One more choon!

Break the rules,

Rebel with out a pause.

One more choon to heal us all.

Melter

 The great pretender,

Craic ender.

The random at the party

Who didn't mean to offend ya.

The bad apple,

Lead you astray,

To see things a totally differen t way.

You couldn't guess.

 Vicks and smicks,

Cross community projects.

The best mustash in 3rd year,

Raised in a civil war,

But I couldn't tell the difference.

We both shout yeeeoooo the same.

Both wanting one more choon.

Maybe the dup got it wrong?

Maybe Sinn Féin isn't for the people.

Maybe the dance floor,

We all shout one more.

We all don't want the weekend to end.

To go back to polictical division again.

Fuk it I don't care where you keep the toaster,

Your my ne w best friend.

Anti d

 Roses can be yellow,

And violets are blue,

Are you getting a hit?

Do the meds do much for you?

Is it just Another dark day,

The sun hid away. 

 I'm sure there is definitely blue skies

Just got to hold on,

They are on their way

Just another week or two

Just around the corner,

Leave the big coat in the cubby hole.

And exchange it for something lighter..