The night was young

And so were our friends.

All barely eighteen,

But ready for the end.

We were stoked for tonight

When no one was home.

The booze came out,

But it didn't come alone.

Whiskey and schnapps followed

And smoke filled the air.

After every drop we swallowed,

Slowly we no longer cared.

Until we reached the bottom

And we couldn't see straight,

We drank until we smelled vomit

And sobriety failed to relate.

We took turns hitting the scum bucket

As a punch-out carried on outside.

Two faces came back, bloody and bruised.

Both faces were lucky to be alive.

Drama surrounded the room

When we found one passed out.

They carried him out, brought him home.

Now that everyone left, we were alone.

We crawled upstairs, knowing what would happen.

We undressed and I could taste the passion.

I felt the undying warmth as we held eachother tight

And that was the end to a glorious night.