Stapleton Party Potential
We stand around in groups of fourThe red wine
conversation flows
And so to the question lead replies
My make shift scripts to pacify
Expectations, these pages are pressed
Your logic caressed
Your futures in here
A rewarding career
But i think it just left with the girl and the car
Anxiety flows from
This broken guitar
The band played on and understood
As we danced like we were made of wood
With cigarette on the chourds
To polite to spoil the party
Paint the furniture
Dust the oraments
I'm so sick and tired of false stacked sentiments
