Drinking too fast To let this night last For much longer than this Something's in the air Something's really self-aware The room is making me self-conscious Everyone can see I'm anxious No designated role for me The conversation is not that interesting I got no grip, I got no clue On what to say, or what to do Thinking too slow To know when to go It's not even close to midnight And I'm already dancing for two It's not even close to midnight Tomorrow, I'll say sorry to you Your girlfriends give out body gloss Crystal clear to everyone but me Something's in the air Something I can't stand to bear My only way of socializing Is being rude and patronizing No designated role for me The conversation is not that interesting I got no grip, I got no clue This party sucks and so do you As set to stay, as to avoid As confident, as paranoid It's not even close to midnight And I'm already dancing for two It's not even close to midnight Tomorrow, I'll say sorry to you