polygraph eyes

she leaves her parents' house around midnight

meets her best mate at the shop buy some cheap wine

and go to space

see the milky way

get away from the teenage everyday cliche pressure

absent on absinthe

dancing to bad synths

saturday night ain't about romancing anymore

just you getting lit in the queue to the dance floor

too many blokes are getting heavy

when a girl looks unsteady

blisters on your bleeding soles

here have my boots