HIPSTERS GALORE

We pack vodka in a mason jar and a whole lemon with a butter knife
I’m not kidding.

Leslie picks us up with her new girl Lily
And we listen to hypnotic beats and we smoke weed

We get there-- Hipsters galore!
Except I don’t even know what a hipster is these days, anymore

Blue hair, long hair, half shaved, half dyed,
We bust out the lemon and it’s a hit
No big deal, but we know the bassist…

The band plays, music that will fill you up
Lily and I bond, I’m getting more and more fucked up

Kendyll says she’s so glad that we live together, that I came out tonight--
That she’s having so much more fun because I’m here…
Twanging on my heartstrings, expressing gratitude, that girl she knows how

She says, everyone thinks you’re cool as fuck
I don’t know….

I’ve never even been to a party like this before

Little groups of conversations, little circles of new friends
I can hang, throw in a witty comment
That may or may not be noticed or land
I can stand
Around
And chat
And have fun
And not feel like I wanna dive into somewhere
That’s anywhere
else

I can exist at a party and soak up the juices and soak up the vibes,
and be there and say yea, I know the bassist ……

Yea I can bust out my mason jar vodka and my uncut lemon and knife,
And cut that lemon on the coffee table,
And get fucked up
And chat,
and have some laughs

I can hang with the best of them hipsters
Look at me!
I can go to a party now
Full of “cool” people
and just hang,
and just be something close to… free…