Unitas
The Ballad Of The Designated Driver
I'm making my rounds outside the dance floor watching the alcohol take its toll, I am what you call playing the wall,
But to tell you the truth I'm holding It up.
I am chewing on the ice at the bottom of watered down cokes. I'm tearing this paper cup to pieces over conversations that revolve around bands I either love or hate on any number of themed musical nights.
I'll be here all night. I am your ride home. I will overhear the pick up lines of aspiring alpha males, I will watch stupid girls fall into traps. I am what you call playing the wall, but between you and me I'm holding it up,
From Letras Mania