i hate clubs

sittin alone on a couch in a club and I’m wondering what everyone else could be thinking
i don’t come here often it’s always some awful techno remix of a song I can’t stand
to my left there’s a girl attached to some random guy
taking him home just to use him tonight

i’m tired of lounging, I’m tired of leaving, I’m tired of listening to all of the beating
but every so often I’m dragged into debt paying ten dollar covers for ten dollar beers
i’m always out with that crowd that just wants to dance
can’t she understand that I hate clubs

i hate clubs (4x)

the end of the night comes and everyone’s wired we head to a diner get something to eat
i can’t help but thinking and it’s sinking in that maybe my problem is just with me
but the hollow empty faceless halls
speak to why it is that I hate clubs

i drank too much I’ll spend the night alone
but that’s alright I’d rather die at home
than take a girl doesn’t understand
why it is that I

i hate clubs (4x)