You're so caught up in the afterparty
It's all you can
Think of, think way back to
Who you came with
Then the smoke clears and you finish your drink
Just clenching ice in your cheek
I can tell it's not the afterglow of the designer drugs

I can tell it's not

The acid in your jeans

The visions that you see

I can tell it's not

The acid in your cheek

The visions that you see

I can tell it's not

The acid in your jeans

I can tell it's not