Level Headed Debauchery

what a lovely sight.
make-out rooms and lover's fights, strangers from the 
streets, seen it twenty-thousand times.
we sip away our pains.
our futures seem so far away, cause it's time to seize the 
night before it ends.
life without a dime, for a bed your couch suits me just 
fine.
when morning breaks we'll see what lies in store, but for 
now lets make believe, we don't bleed, common sense says we
 all need to.
drink ourselves dumb till everything seems right, if only 
for tonight.
stuck between the sheets. dried out and feeling six feet 
deep.
smoked my voice away, still it's better every time. 
landlord of this hell, weep over where my tenants dwell, 
can't incinerate, this cheap motel of mine.