Stanky - RIPÉ

So let it hit like it’s supposed to babe

You know the evening is a hell of a drug

Treat the rhythm like its a secret babe

I’m a try my best to try to cover it up

It sounds like «turn out the lights relax and float downstream»

Takes you till 22 to understand what that even begins to mean

And now you know

I’m not going home

I’m feeling it like I’m the only one

No

I’m not going home

I wanna hear a little horse play a little trombone

Out of the suburbs with a strange ambition

To warp the definition of feeling alive

Feeling like an amateur at a track meet

Top speed barely enough to fall behind

I consider this a game of distance

And if that’s the case it’s just a matter of time

I’ll keep humming in the hopes of a megaphone

Sharpening the edges of these dreams of mine

And I’m a-sing

I’m not going home

Keep feeling it like I’m the only one

Oh

I’m not going home

Somebody Please!