all night long

Don't go home early. The night is always young. Dance all night long. Chilling is mandatory.

I wake up and I need to wash off the stink of the casual intimacy, manufactured vibes, drunken stupor, the all pervading magic charm that has taken over every mood of every person. Covert contracts to smile, party, be jolly. Phantoms in the dark loud night drown my free will away as I get caught up in the torrents of my inebriated splurge.

Hello Mr. Personality, bring out the big guns, the big charm, the bright sun. Manufactured consent to collective daze. Don't be a bore, play the game, be unfazed, as you dance away through a summer haze. Oh casual love, I don't remember your face but I know the darkness, the allure of your gaze.

But I wake up and I feel the need to wash of the stink. Stink of the daze, the stink of liquid courage, and the stink of liquid love.

And, what do I owe this pleasure? What do I really lose? Easy lies, triumphant nights. Easy smiles, a great disguise.